There's a pen sitting on the counter.
It's a small pen, but exquisitely crafted. Gold, silver, and copper colored strands twine together to for a perfect, elegantly smooth surface, easy to grasp as the user signs their name over to the Prada-clad devils behind the check-out counter.
That pen could probably buy three of your apartments.
"We cannot shop here," you stress, staring in horror at the sparse designer racks spread out inside the shop. You can't afford these things for yourself, much less Jungkook. You doubt that the ebony-haired man even understands the significance of brand-name and fashion forward.
Waving as dismissive hand, Namjoon strolls confidently into the modernly-furnished space. "Don't worry about it," says the gorgeous blonde man. "I'll cover this. I can't be associated with a bunch of good-looking guys that dress like the homeless."
It won't be very long, you think, before Jimin hauls out and decks Namjoon in the face before marching off indignantly with his 'homeless' clothes.
An attendant approaches with a smile, which darkens significantly when she fully sees the motley crew Namjoon's dragged in the door.
"May I help you?" she asks through thinly stretched, bright red lips.
Well heck. Who shoved a stick up her butt?
Namjoon points an indicative finger toward the three men who are staring around the shop with wide, curious eyes.
"Hi!" says Hoseok. "Do you sell ice cream here?"
You smother a laugh, giggling harder when Jimin's cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment. He places a hand on Hoseok's shoulder and shakes his head, negating the statement.
"These gentleman need some help," Namjoon intercedes smoothly. "I'll trust you to pick out some designs that look good. They'll need to be fitted and test out the clothes, and I'll approve them. Charge anything we need to this."
He hands over a black credit card.
Wowie.
That card could buy ten of your apartments, and seven of Jimin's.
Actually, that card could buy you.
Tapping Namjoon's shoulder, you give him a cautious smile. "I'm sorry, but is this necessary? They really don't need expensive stuff. I mean, they're not going to be human very long, right?"
When he just stares at you with commandingly blank eyes, you shut your mouth and edge away.
Guess it is necessary.
Out of thin air, three ladies appear, red-painted claws digging into your boys and pulling them off in different directions. Hoseok and Taehyung cheerfully go with the flow, but a nervous hiccup vibrates through Jungkook's chest.
"Wait," he squeaks, reaching for you, but the lady disappears with him into the depths of the shop.
"He's got some serious separation anxiety," Jimin tsks, shaking his head.
"Jimin," you reply. "If you were a human who suddenly turned into a fish, would you swim out into the deep ocean? Or stay close to the shore, where things are familiar?"
"What do you mean?" He scratches his head in confusion.
"I'm familiar to Jungkook," you stress. "And this..." You throw a lazy hand out toward the store. "This isn't."
He doesn't know what any of this is. It's all a big, confusing mass of chaotic human interaction that the poor part-rabbit has no experience with.
It's an out-of-bunny experience.
While Jimin 'ahhs' in understanding, Namjoon sidles up to you and speaks quietly.
"About that," he says. "It might be...a while."
"For what?"
"For them to be human again." His expression is serious, sober. Those commanding eyes of his force your attention.
"I know a potion that can turn them back, but it involves some...unique ingredients." Namjoon glances back at Jin, Yoongi, and Jimin, who're watching Hoseok showcase a turquoise jacket with satisfaction. "It could be weeks, or it could be months. I might even have to go to the Americas."
America?!
With wide eyes, you whisper, "All the way to America? For one potion?"
The corners of Namjoon's mouth tilt down. "This is a powerful spell to break," he replies softly. "The range of herbs alone that I need are growing specifically in at least seven different countries. They have to be hand-picked, too, so I know that it's the right thing."
Seven different countries, at least. How long will that take?
"Crap," you mumble.
"That's why they need theses clothes," Namjoon says to you. "They're going to be like this for a while."
This isn't good.
You can barely support yourself, mush less a fully grown, well-built man. On top of that, you know for a fact that Jimin can't financially afford Hoseok and Taehyung.
And where will they go while you're in class?
Leaving Jungkook alone in your apartment for even an hour sends shivers of apprehension down your spine. He's already almost burned down the entire apartment building trying to do something as simple as making waffles.
And him, plus Hoseok and Taehyung?
You and Jimin will be destitute and homeless within a month.
At that moment, an exasperated attendant storms out of somewhere in the store, gesturing back towards the way she came.
"Will someone please help him?" she stresses. "He won't let me help!"
Must be Jungkook.
"Sounds like a rabbit problem to me."
You don't know where Jimin popped up from to make that very obvious statement, but you're about to punch him.
Stupid orange-headed idiot.
"Show me where he is," you sigh, allowing the lady to lead you back into the store.
There are a couple of comfortable fitting rooms around the back, thickly carpeted with pristine white doors. As you approach, one of the doors swings open and Taehyung emerges.
Wow.
These men really are gorgeous.
The attendant has squeezed Tae into a pair of skintight black jeans, a loose striped shirt billowing over his torso and a pair of black boots on his feet.
"Y/N," he whines, picking at the leg of his pants. "They're so tight."
They're hecka tight, and they look incredible on his long, lean legs.
"Don't worry, Tae, you look good," you laugh as you pass him, headed for the only other room with a closed door. While the blonde man huffs and bounces off toward the front of the shop, you knock softly in the closed door.
"Kookie? You in here?"
There's no verbal response, but the dressing room door creaks open a little. You take that as an invitation inside.
Trying no to gape at the luxurious furnishing within the stupidly large dressing room, your eyes instantly find Jungkook's tall form in the back corner.
His shoulders are hunched. He's obviously struggling with something.
"Jungkook?" you ask softly.
Sighing, the ebony-haired man slowly turns around to face you.
Oh...dang.
A pair of jeans hang low on his hips, a white button-down shirt that's decidedly un-buttoned allowing you to rediscover the impressive expanse of his chest and abdomen.
On his feet are a pair of bulky tan work boots that somehow pull everything together.
At least, you think they're tan. You really can't tell.
Mostly because you can't look away from the muscles of his stomach that flex with each breath.
Jungkook's voice eventually tears your gaze away from his bare skin.
"Y/N," he squeaks. "I can't get it."
His fingers are fumbling with the tiny pearlescent buttons that run down the front of the shirt.
With that, all the magical warmth that his gorgeous body brings to your face disappears into thin air.
This is like taking care of a child.
Sighing, you gesture for your tiny little rabbit boy to move your direction, trying to avoid touching his chest. The price tag flies by, but you refuse to look at it.
There are way too many zeros.
"Thank you, Y/N-" Jungkook bites his lip, stopping mid-sentence. "I mean...s-sunbae?"
You wrinkle your nose, midway down the shirt. "That's too formal. And it's not like we're schoolmates, so no."
"Hmm." Jungkook thinks hard. Then, in a soft and innocent voice, "What about Noona?"
Your fingers go still.
So does your breath.
Something about that...
Something about that title, coming from his mouth. Indicating you. It's powerful, and sends heat wreaking havoc through you.
"N-Noona?" you stutter with a blush.
One of your hands slips from the silky material of his shirt, landing with the palm flat against Jungkook's bare stomach.
"Ah-" he gasps, torso contracting under your touch. "Noona, that feels funny."
cRAp.
Face fire-engine red, you yank your hand away. "Sorry," you mumble with a thick tongue.
"It's okay." Jungkook gives you a massive smile, taking your hand. "It's okay, Noona."
Welp.
Guess you have an early death coming, because being Jungkook's Noona just might kill you.
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IM SORRY ITS BEEN SOOOOO LONG 😭
I've had major writer's block. Forgive me ❤️❤️
Anyways, hope you enjoyed!