Stranger | Jikook/Kookmin

11 | Deal With The Devil

This is how it always gets for him; he signs himself up for loads bigger than he can take with a braveheart courage and he ends up regretting his life amidst the turmoil – maybe the moment in which he is supposed to be the strongest version of himself. He is surrounded by a team, sure, but when he goes back home he is alone with his thoughts and to-dos and when he is waking up with muscle pain it's because he is one week into this dancing thing and he still hasn't gotten used to it, let alone ready for an actual performance in front of a stadiumful.

The pressure is getting to him. 

And he needs to get out of this costume right now. 

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No idea how he done it in this big-ass costume but Jungkook is in the Clubs Building basement, taking fast steps towards the Debate Club room so he can take off the costume and go pee. It doesn't help his eye sight that he can't see that well through the costume head's goggles but he successfully turns the knob to the room and walks inside without being spotted.

"I'm gonna wear fucking diapers," he complains to himself as he takes off the huge head piece and places it on the table. "Lord," he pulls in a long breath of air, the sudden cool temperature hitting his sweaty skin the perfect of ways.

He catches his breath for a while, focusing on getting his vision back and calming himself down. 

Then he proceeds to taking off the body of the swan, starting with the arms, the right leg and then–

"Aaah!"

Jungkook jerks in spot, turning around to find a familiar girl yawp at him in shock.

Not knowing what to say or do, he stares at her half-shed teary eyes wordlessly, which keeps her wordless for a while, although she is back to panicking when she catches herself staring back longer than necessary.

"What do you think you are doing here?!" she screeches. 

Seriously now?

"Changing?"

Her jaw falls in amazement as she grips the door handle with more force, her feather earrings dangling as she tries to control her mimics.

"Get it done quickly and we'll talk about this," she says utterly annoyed, slamming the door shut and leaving Jungkook alone in the room.

The soft sound of his lonely breaths suddenly spark an unlikely thought in his brain.

 No way...

His eyes drift around the room cautiously, brain racing thousand miles a second as he takes in the musical instruments piled on the corner, the posters laying on the table, and the retro clothes hanging from the rack at the far end of the room.

"Oh my fucking god," he breathes out. 

He is half-way into undressing himself at the club room of the girls next door. He keeps cursing as he hurriedly pulls his legs out and almost trips because of it, thanking the gods that he had worn underclothes just in case.

It was embarrassing, unavoidably, but at least he had the tights, you know?

It doesn't take another minute before he manages to change into his casual wear consisting of jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, running to the door with the costume in his arms and opening to find the girl leaned on the pane. Her attention catches Jungkook immediately, an unimpressed scowl on her face as she walks Jungkook back inside the room and closes the door behind them.

Jungkook gulps.

She is intimidating. He gets why that would get on Jin's nerves to the point of drawing him into an argument with her in the middle of the corridor.