"Can you at least try it on?" Jungkook whined. "Why can't you at least look presentable?"
"I do look presentable." I crossed my arms.
"You do not. Not under that oversized hoodie." He pointed to my clothes. What can I say? Oversized hoodies are just perfect and comfortable.
"An oversized hoodie is a guy's best friend." I quoted.
"Says who?" He scoffed.
"Says Jung Hoseok, two thousand fifteen." I proudly said.
"I've never heard of him before." He said, throwing the two shirts at me. "Wear them if you want to leave this store."
"Damn you." I mumbled. He laughed as I made my way to the dressing room. I put on the first shirt that looked flowy. It was black, my favorite color. "Um, Jungkook?"
"Yes? Did you put it on? Let me see."
"I'm not sure it's supposed to look like this, though." I nervously laughed. Certain shirts just didn't fit my figure.
"Come out." I did as he told me and walked out. He gasped and rushed over. "You look good in that shirt!"
"Good?" I blushed. "Haven't heard that in a while."
He frowned. "You know I think you're good looking no matter what."
"Sure." I looked down.
"Try the other shirt."
"Okay." I mumbled. I walked back into the dressing room and put on the other shirt. This time it wasn't flowy. It stuck to my body like glue. It wasn't black though, much to my protests. It was a dark red color, kind of maroon. It would look nice if I had the right body shape.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, but I don't like it."
"Of course you don't." He mumbled. "Show me."
I walked out and his eyes widened. "Jung Hoseok."
"Yes?"
"Why did I just find out you have the perfect figure for these kinds of shirts?"
I coughed. "Perfect figure? You must be joking." I laughed.
"I'm being serious. You're buying this shirt and the other one."
"That's just a waste of money because we both know I'm never going to wear them."
"Oh you will. This is how you're gonna get a boyfriend."
"I don't want a boyfriend."
"Don't lie."
"Okay maybe I do but this won't work."
"You should trust your friend on this," A person said.
I looked to the right and saw a petite girl sitting on the opposite sofa, probably waiting for someone in the other dressing room. "I should?" I asked.
"You really should. I saw your hoodie previously and I think those kinds of shirts match you much better than that hoodie." She smiled.
"Oh, thank you." I blushed.
"See? Even random people say it looks good on you." Jungkook smirked.
"Fine." I mumbled. "But I'm wearing it on special occasions, only."
"That's fine by me." He laughed.
I shook my head and we walked to the front, paying for what we bought. Jungkook got a few of his own shirts and jeans too. After we were done, we walked to another store. May I need to remind you, this is what Jungkook wants and not what I want. I groaned as we entered the next store.
"Stop whining, you like this kind of store." He rolled his eyes.
I looked around and all I saw was plain old jeans and hoodies. "Maybe you're right."
Now it was my turn to make him try on stuff. I got a bunch of new hoodies, flowy ones, and band hoodies. Same thing with the jeans. Not exactly but you know what I mean.
"I don't like this! Hoseok, how can you like this? No boy will ask me out if I wear this." He pouted.
He was wearing dark denim jeans with my favorite band's shirt, Day6. How can he say he doesn't like it? I shook my head. "Jungkook, that looks so good on you."
"It doesn't match me."
"It so does." I said.
"Whatever. I'm not buying it."
"You are! You made me buy two fancy shirts! The least you could do is buy this."
"No."
"Jeon Jungkook."
"Fine."
"Yes!" I hugged him and he rolled his eyes. He ended up buying it as I bought my stuff and we made our way to the food court. "Finally, I'm so hungry."
"Me too." He frowned. "Hey look, isn't that Jimin?"
"Oh yeah," I looked over to where he was pointing. "Looks like he's with some friends, though."
"Wanna go over and say hi?"
"What? No!"
"Why not? We're friends."
"No, I want to eat." I crossed my arms.
"Fine then, you go order your food while I go say hi."
My jaw dropped and I looked away. "Fine."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Good."
"Just go say hi and come back, I'm not eating alone." I said.
"Alright, jeez." He mumbled and walked away.
Sure, leave me alone here in the middle of nowhere ready to be eaten by a zombie! Yeah, maybe I'm not in the middle of nowhere but I'm still not giving up on zombies. I walked to McDonald's and ordered. I waited until it was done and walked back to our table. I sat down and Jungkook came back.
"I couldn't breathe over there."
"Why not?"
"Have you seen how attractive his friends are? No, because you were too busy eating." He pointed to my food.
"Hey, fries before guys." I shrugged.
"By the way," He trailed off. I looked up at him, eating my burger. "I may have invited them to sit with us."
I threw my burger onto the table and my eyes widened. "You did what?!"
"I'm sorry! It just slipped."
"Sure it did." I glared at him. "How am I supposed to eat my burger and fries now?"
"Eat it like you always do."
"I don't want to scare them away."
"Then eat it elegantly."
"Eat a burger elegantly? That doesn't even exist!"
"I'm sorry-"
"Hey!" Jimin said, sitting in front of me. "What's up, Hoseok?"
"Not much." I mumbled. I looked down, my bangs covering my face.
Jungkook sat next to me and Jimin's friends sat around us, filling up the table.
"Hoseok?" A person said. I looked up and my eyes widened.
"Yoongi?" I spoke.
"Hey princess." He smirked. "I see you know my friend here," He pointed to Jimin.
"Princess?" Jimin and Jungkook said at the same time.
"Yeah, we're desk mates."
"Ah, I see." Yoongi nodded.
"Hold up," Jungkook said. "You guys know each other? And since when?"
"Since you ran away from Hoseok that one day." Yoongi answered.
My eyes widened. "What day?" Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait! Oh my god! So you did lie! You didn't slip! You were red because you met Yoongi?"
"You turned red?" He smirked.
"You met Yoongi before?" Jimin asked.
"I'm so lost." One of Jimin's friends said.
"Let me explain it." I said. They nodded. "So there was this fine day where Jungkook told me to- never mind. He said something and I ended up chasing him but I bumped into this guy," I pointed at Yoongi. "And we talked for like ten seconds before I left."
"What did Jungkook tell you?" Jimin asked.
"Nothing." I quickly answered before he could say anything.
"So wait, why do you call him princess?" Jungkook asked.
"Because I want to." Yoongi shrugged. "He seems like the fancy type."
"Right."
"First I find out that Jimin lives two houses away and now I find out that Yoongi and him are friends. What a small world, really."
"You went over to his house?" Jungkook widened his eyes.
"What? No. He came over- I mean no nothing."
"He came over to your house?"
"I did." Jimin said.
"When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it was nothing. We just watched a movie." I mumbled.
"So you were at his house when I called you on Friday?" Yoongi asked. Jimin nodded. "Ah, okay."
"What movie did you watch?" Jungkook asked. "Was it eighteen plus? You're not allowed to watch such stuff."
"Says you." I laughed. I was about to answer him when Jimin cut me off.
"Um, we watched some action movie."
I smirked and looked at him. "Oh did we, Jimin?"
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes, we did."
"I feel like they're not telling us something." Yoongi said.
"Jimin and I watched Cin-" I wasn't able to finish that sentence because I had fries thrown at me. My eyes widened and I glared at Jimin. "I dare you to do that one more time, Jimin. I dare you."
"Uh, I-I have to g-go." He mumbled, getting up and running away. I got up and ran after him.
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the fact that yoongi calls hobi princess is cringe worthy someone help me straighten out my fingers