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Chapter 27

Even though Jungkook was a little bit reluctant to do this, he did what Jimin told him to do. It was a pity Taehyung wasn't there... or maybe not, Jungkook didn't think he would look good dressed as a bohemian artist just back from Paris, saying voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir.

(a/n: he'd get some places if he said that yk)

At least Jimin left him alone with his black clothes. So Jungkook wore his underwear and quickly dressed up with the clothes on the bed. Once the t-shirt was tucked inside his cargo pants as Jimin told him, he looked at himself in the mirror in the door of the closet.

He felt a little bit stupid but he could appreciate that his arms looked good with the shorter sleeves and his chest was more defined thanks to the correct size, the herpes cut was still a shit though. He sighed, not so happy, and took his black boots from the closet.

"I'm ready," he told Jimin while walking out of his room.

Jimin looked at him up and down. "Good," he nodded and left his cup of tea on the coffee table of the living room to approach him. "So, we are going to add this"

Jungkook frowned, while Jimin clasped something in his belt and in the cargo pants. "Why chains? Am I a dog?"

"You don't want an answer. Stop moving!" Jimin scolded him and once he finished, he pushed him to the small dining table in front of the kitchen. "Fine, now sit there," he pointed at a chair.

Jungkook almost lost it at seeing dangerous scissors on the table. "Wait, wait, wait, what are you going to do," he stopped him, in panic.

No one was having a haircut today, Jungkook had some taekwondo moves ready to smack Jimin's face if he tried.

"Just trust me"

Was he crazy? With those scissors?

Ah, no, no, his mama raise no dumbass.

"Do you want that pussy or not?"

"Can you all stop thinking I just wanna fuck her?"

He wanted to fuck her, yeah, but he also wanted to hold her hand. Couldn't a boy be fucking soft in this world?

"Good, do you want her heart, soul and, body or not?" Jimin asked with a voice full of sarcasm.

He didn't have to make fun of his feelings...

"Ha-ha"

"We're going to arrive late, Jungkook," Jimin sighed so Jungkook huffed and took a seat, but he was keeping an eye on those scissors. "Hold on, we should arrive late, you have to walk in late and make everyone looks at you"

What movie was he playing in his mind?

"That happens every time," Jungkook said lowly since he was still touching the cut in his lip, it swelled up a little bit but it wasn't bleeding anymore.

"But this time because you're hot, not because you could offer them a line"

"Ouch?"

"I'm kidding," Jimin said without paying too much attention, focused on his hair. Jungkook didn't have idea what he was doing but it relaxed him, eyes still on the scissors which stayed away, THANKFULLY. "Yup, you're ready now, go check yourself and spray some perfume," Jimin patted his back when he finished.

Jungkook went to his room and saw himself in the mirror, Jimin just combed his hair in a way that the tips were curled to a side in a way that it seemed his hair was shorter and messy but giving an attractive sight and Jungkook didn't have idea how he did it but it looked good. He really looked good actually...