Seokjin realized that Taehyung's hand was no longer on his own and it was he who had voluntarily continued to walk through the path the tailors made on their clothes. As for Taehyug's hand, it brushed up his arm to his shoulder and that was what gave him that caressing feeling while his eyes were closed.

"I do," Seokjin nodded looking at his hand, without knowing how to describe precisely what he had felt. "It was... strange."

"Strange in a bad way?"

"No, strange in a good way," Seokjin decided with a smile. "I feel like I have traveled a long way without moving from this room."

"You are sensitive, it does not surprise me about you."

"If you perceive art without anyone teaching you like you did with me, that means you're even more sensitive than me," Seokjin teased, feeling like, in a few minutes, he had learned more about the real Taehyung – and not the social image of Taehyung – than in their entire life together. He liked that Taehyung opened up to him like that.

For his part, Taehyung seemed embarrassed by Seokjin's remark, probably because he realized that Seokjin was not wrong. Being sensitive was a form of weakness in his eyes and he didn't like it. But Seokjin seemed to like it, so he didn't say anything.

"Thank you for sharing this with me, Tae," Seokjin thanked him warmly. Without waiting for Taehyung, embarrassed, to reply that he hadn't done this for Seokjin but for himself because he expected it, Seokjin asked, "It's me who has to choose one of those suits for you, right?"

"Yes," Taehyung nodded. "Choose the one you prefer."

Smiling, Seokjin grabbed one of the two suits he had been trying out for a long time and said:

"You'll look good in either one, but I prefer this one. I find this one simpler and more elegant. When I touched it, it seemed to me that it will be more comfortable to wear. Does my choice suit you?"

"Yes, either one was fine anyway. After all, I chose them both."

"Phew, you've become the arrogant of both of us again, I'm reassured!" Seokjin laughed. "Do you want me to help you put it on?"

"No need, it's for you, go take a shower and put it on."

Seokjin's mouth opened wide and he thought she was going to break free from his jaw and crash to the ground.

"W-what? No I can not!"

"Yes, you can," Taehyung retorted, "this is my gift to you, you can't refuse. I convinced my parents to let you attend the party too. After all, you graduated too. But you cannot go in your school uniform or your usual clothes, which have no place at a reception at our house where only very distinguished people will be present. You needed a suit and you just chose it."

"Y-You really did this for me?!" Seokjin exclaimed, stunned. "Your parents, they... they really agreed, this isn't a lie?!"

Pleased with the effect of his surprise on Seokjin, Taehyung smiled internally and said:

"No, I wouldn't lie to you about that. They agreed, even if they want you to be discreet and not stand out too much, but you're used to that with them. Instead of sneaking away from the party like you usually do, you'll be sneaking inside the party, with me. It's better, don't you think?"

Seokjin couldn't believe his ears, he was going to participate in a party in honor of young graduates alongside Jimin and Taehyung?

"Are you happy with my present?" asked Taehyung who wanted to catch up since Namjoon arranged the getaway to the national football team's training center after Seokjin was accepted into Whimoon High School.

"Oh yes! Very, very, very much! Thank you so much Tae!!" Seokjin exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. "I'm going to the party, yeah!!"

Taehyung smiled at this excitement, and not just internally this time but with all his teeth, faced with Seokjin's communicative joy.

Before knowing that Seokjin might come, he had no desire to participate at this party which was nevertheless organized in his honor and he planned to slip away as soon as possible to join Seokjin, away from other guests. Now, for the first time, he was happy to be part of one of those boring Chaebol parties.

He let Seokjin take his chosen suit and use the private bathroom attached to his room. He took advantage of his absence to put on the remaining suit, which was just as elegant as the one Seokjin had chosen. When Seokjin left the bathroom, even though his hair was still dripping for he had hastened out to show his appearance to his friend, Taehyung hissed in wonder.

"Wow," he just said.

It was the first time he realized how handsome Seokjin, who had a natural charm, was. Really handsome.

"Do you think I'm handsome?" Seokjin asked happily, stepping up to the large mirror in the bedroom to take in all of himself, having fun striking various poses.

"No," Taehyung lied, "but I think you look a bit like me in a suit, it means that from the beginning you just had to dress up if you really wanted to pretend to be my brother and get closer to my legendary beauty."

Seokjin glared at him and Taehyung, giving him a smirk, quickly grabbed a bath towel and stuffed Seokjin's head in it to vigorously dry his hair before he completely soaked his suit. The young footballer let it go but replied:

"What you said is not true, we don't even look alike. You know, mom says I'm a very handsome man, you must not have been looking well!"

"It's your mother, she doesn't want to offend you. You're not even a man, you're a little man!" the heir chuckled mockingly as he continued drying Seokjin's hair.

"You are mean!" The other exclaimed, "if I am handsome only in beautiful clothes, then it is proof that you are only handsome because you are rich!"

"Oh, so you think I'm handsome?" the other thoughtfully asked.

"No!" Seokjin replied, pulling his head out from under the towel.

"Liar," Taehyung chuckled.

Taehyung giggled and seeing Seokjin trying to comb his damp hair with his hand. ruffled his hair in revenge.

"Hey!" Seokjin protested.

"Anyway, we have to fix your hair, you can't go to the party with that hair. I'll make you handsome, don't worry. It's not just the clothes that make you handsome."

"Do you think I can be handsome?!" Seokjin asked.

"Yeah, but I can't make you as handsome as me, sorry, it's about genetics," Taehyung joked arranging the collar of Seokjin's satin silk shirt that he had put on incorrectly.

"Can I have the same haircut as you?" The other asked hopefully as he was in awe of Taehyung's haircut.

"I can try but I don't know if it's possible, we don't have the same hair. In addition, it was a hairdresser who came to give me this cut, it won't be exactly the same."

"It's okay if it's not exactly the same, I just want it to be a little similar," Seokjin told him, impatient to see himself with the hairuct Taehyung was to give him.

In reality, as Taehyung soon noticed, Seokjin's thicker and less straight hair, by bringing it back to clear his forehead, was fixed much better than his own and he had to face the facts when, dressed and wearing the same way, they faced the mirror: Seokjin was more handsome than him. In fact, in his eyes, Seokjin had even become a true work of art. His work of art.

The young footballer, delighted with the result, exclaimed admiring himself and looking at his friend's reflection too:

"How handsome are we!! Tae, please take our picture with your phone or Ji-chan won't believe me! Mom is going to faint when she sees me at the party, looking like this!"

His mother, like the other servants in the house, was required to serve guests. She was going to be so shocked to see him dressed like this for the first time!

"First, come and put on your bow tie," Taehyung replied. "We need to complete our outfits."

"I want the tie!" Seokjin said, seeing the bow tie and tie side by side on the bed. He threw himself towards the bed to grab the tie but Taehyung was more rocky and hurried to grab the tie before him.

"No, I'm the one putting the tie on, I look ridiculous in a bow tie. For you, it won't change anything."

Seokjin pouted at him but let Taehyung hang his bow tie on him. Soon, he was so pleased with the result that he stopped being jealous of Taehyung's tie and proudly sported his bow tie.

Taehyung meanwhile thought that Seokjin, thus dressed, looked like a work of art and he did not hesitate to take a picture of him more than reason, which he'll watch again later, in memory of this memorable evening.

Before leaving his room, he generously sprinkled Seokjin with his perfume.

"I never wore perfume," Seokjin confessed, who couldn't help but sniffle himself with satisfaction.

"I know, it was about time you do," Taehyung said. "Now you're wearing my haircut, my suit and my perfume. It's getting more and more obvious that you're-"

"Don't say what you're about to say, or I remove this suit immediately," Seokjin warned him.

"What am I going to say?" Taehyung protested.

"You're going to say I'm yours!" Seokjin exclaimed.

"You said it for me, thank you."