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"take a picture, it'll last longer. but actually dont or else I'll slaughter you." jungkook said to the short boy who was looking at him with awe.

"it ain't my fault you look hot." jimin said as he pushed the tall mirror in front of jungkook so he could get a proper look at himself.

jungkook's eyes widened from a pleasant surprise. he never thought he'd look so good in girl clothes.
the little white skirt wrapped around his tiny waist, the short length made an emphasis on his heavenly thighs that turn straight men gay. the crop top showed off his toned stomach and jungkook blushed a little looking at the fake breasts poking out of it.

"still dont wanna wear the thigh garters?" jimin asked hopefully.

"no, jimin." jungkook answered sternly.

"okay, now sit down on the chair so I can apply your makeup and put on your wig." jimin spoke calmly as he brought over a chair and placed it next to the mirror.

"just please dont overdo it."

after about an hour of jimin's hard work, jungkook's look was fully complete and the younger stood up from the chair to take a look at himself in the mirror.

jungkook really couldn't recognize himself. he couldn't believe there was a way for him to look like a real woman. jimin did an amazing job, but according to his words, jungkook already had a feminine like face, so it wasnt too hard, he only had to outline some of his features.
the makeup was perfectly done. it wasn't too much, just the perfect amount. the black colored wig with hair that reached his shoulders, looked beautiful with curled ends.

"if I were straight, I'd–"

"I dont think I want to hear the rest of the sentence." jungkook said and moved a strand of his fake hair behind his ear.

"okay, you're ready to go, just dont forget about your voice!" jimin reminded the younger and smiled, showing him a thumbs up.

"thank you, jiminie~" jungkook said in a high pitched voice and cringed at himself.

both cleaned up the mess after themselves and jimin, as a final touch, jimin helped jungkook hide and secure his gun. he got a little backpack for pretending to carry veterinarian tools in it.

"what are you dressed up for today?" jungkook asked the older before leaving his office.

"its hoseok's birthday today and I was planning on giving him a present. that would be myself." jimin smirked.

"why did I ask..." jungkook rolled his eyes.

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jungkook stood on the balcony of the huge mansion owned by han jineul watching the sunset and calling hoseok on the phone. he looked at the rabbits that ran around the garden and a white tiger who was peacefully sleeping in his cage.

jungkook's makeup was completely ruined with the bruises on his face, his wig got lost somewhere in the middle of the battle.
for a crusty old man, han jineul was definitely strong. the first thing jungkook noticed after entering the house were numerous karate awards, a collection of uniforms, and obviously a black belt. right there and then jungkook knew this wasn't going to be easy.

"yes?" hoseok's raspy voice was heard from the phone.

"I got the money." jungkook kicked one of the three black bags, that were filled with millions.
"send your troops, birthday boy."

"g-great work, jungkook, as always I'm mhm proud. I'll send the guys right away. is han dead?"

"the deadliest he'll ever be!" jungkook looked at han's body that was lying lifelessly on the floor, inside the building. "I'm free for today, right?"

"no, no, no, stop... jimin stop ah~"

"no? what else do I have to do?" jungkook asked after not really getting what hoseok said.

"no, uh, I meant, you're free to go jungkook, you'll get your half tomorrow, kay?"

jungkook said yes and right before ending the call heard a loud, high pitched moan from the phone.
it took jungkook a second to understand what was going on, and as soon as he did, he quickly ended the call and put his phone in his bag.

he kept on standing on the balcony, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the beautifully colored sunset. it felt good to be alone for a while and take a break from such vibrant life jungkook had.
he closed his eyes and drowned in color, opened them and drowned in light because billions and billions of buckets of light were being emptied on his head from above.

and sometimes the light felt so heavy, it fell down upon him, making him fall to the ground. these were moments he felt the weakest. but there were also times when light felt light, light as a feather and didnt bother jungkook at all.
that's how he felt with minseok. he himself was a light feather.
but what about taehyung? taehyung was falling down upon jungkook, but the thing is, it never felt wrong. taehyung caused him pain, but it was a beautiful type of pain, maybe it wasnt exactly bearable, yet jungkook never felt too bad experiencing it.
and at times when he didnt think of taehyung, when the elder wasn't present in the depth of his mind, the pain seemed to disappear, but in reality, it was still there.

taehyung was a wave.
and no, not because whenever he touched someone, they'd be wet.
he was a dark wave.
and jungkook got sucked into that wave, you hope never finds you, the one that takes you under, takes your breath, your bearings, disorients you completely and never brings you back to the surface again.

after a while he saw a black car arrive and gave them a signal to where the money was.

he talked for a while with his fellow workers and then went back to his house with his car.

as soon as jungkook arrived back home he got pleasantly hit with the smell of home made soup, just like the one mothers make for their children.
jungkook walked over to the kitchen and noticed the food that was on the stove, and more, that was in the fridge.
minseok seemed like the perfect boyfriend, and jungkook smiled at the thought of it.

maybe he should seriously rethink his decisions. why did he have to fall for someone like taehyung when people like minseok exist.

jungkook went to the bathroom to wash his hands and wipe his makeup off. at that moment he realized he doesnt look bad with makeup, so his thoughts went places and he ended up trying to do some type of makeup look on himself.
it looked very good, actually. his lips were painted a dark red color and his eyeliner was on fleek.
and how did jungkook know how to do this? maybe it was a gift from birth.

suddenly jungkook heard his doorbell go off like crazy.

did minseok forget something?

jungkook ran up to his front door to open it up for the stranger.
and, yeah, maybe that was the worst mistake jungkook has ever done in his life.

"jungkook?"

"taehyung?!?!? what the fuck??"

"uh I'm sorry was I interrupting something...?" taehyung asked as his eyes scanned jungkook up and down.

jungkook didnt get it at first, but then he looked in the mirror and saw himself with a skirt, a crop top and makeup on his face....

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