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"I'm telling you, Jungkook, anything would look good on you!"

You fake a gag.

If you have to sit through the rest of the day with Jungkook and Holly shoving excessive compliments down each others throats you're going to completely lose it.

Hangers scratch against metal as you mindlessly shuffle through the assorted clothes on the rack in front of you, fuming gaze fixed on that stupid flirty grin that hasn't left Jungkook's face once since we entered the store. He confidently leans in to whisper in Holly's ear, probably something inappropriate, and as you expect it works like a charm. Her cheeks burn red as a result and she smacks his shoulder with a giggle.

So much for having a fun filled weekend...

It bothers you how fast people are to swoon over the male. He doesn't even have to try, they come in swarms, willing to throw their heart, their body, on the line for someone you know will kick them to the curb the next morning without batting a lash. It bothers you even more that you feel as if you're slowly becoming one of them.

Of course it always bothered you how much of a fuckboy Jungkook can be, but not to this extent. Usually you can manage to get by distracting yourself, turning the other cheek with every advances he makes on someone, but now it's practically impossible!

You sigh angrily, shoving through the material with a bit too much force, so much that an entire line of shirts fall from their hangers to the tile floor. Luckily, there aren't any employees around to chew your ear out. You don't break eye contact as you bend down to pick up everything you dropped, snatching up the clothes in irritation.

"Okay, I wasn't going to say it but I've changed my mind. You look insane right now," Jimin's voice sounds off beside you as he causally walks up with his hands behind his back, but you still refuse to look away from Jungkook and his new play thing, scooping up the last t-shirt to hang back on the rack where it belongs.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you grumble, finally peeling your glare away to look up at the male standing beside you with a humorous smirk.

"Staring isn't going to make her spontaneously combust you know."

"Yeah, well it doesn't hurt to try, does it?" you gruff, lips forming into a small pout as you take one last sorrowful glance in their direction.

"Why are you so upset anyway? I mean, it's just a bet, right, Y/N?" Jimin leans forward expectantly, eyebrow raised high as if he's waiting for you to confess something he already knows.

You continue to stare with wide eyes as his face inches closer to your own, warm breath fanning against your skin.

His lips spread wider, exposing the cute crooked tooth in the front. "Well, Y/N? You haven't caught actual feelings for him, have you?"

Jimin's eyes narrow into slits as you stutter. "O-of course not! W-why would I-- psh! That's ridiculous, hah! Don't make me laugh! Me? No way!" Your hand waves dismissively in the air as you try your hardest to act nonchalant.

Jimin's lips press together in a thin line as he thinks for a moment before slowly letting out the breath he was holding, head shaking side to side in disappointment. "Are you sure? Because we've already been here for over twenty minutes and you still haven't picked anything out or tried anything on. All you've done is stare at them like a creepy stalker and-- Ouch!" Jimin rubs the spot on his arm you punched, glowering down at you as you match his heated expression with arms firmly crossed.

"Don't be stupid! I need to win this bet, I mean, that's double the homework and I can barely keep up as it is." That isn't a total lie; it's only been one week and the assignments are already starting to stressfully pile up on your desk.

Slowly, his eyes soften as he sighs deeply as he comes to a conclusion in his mind. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Doing what?" You scurry to follow Jimin to another rack, watching curiously as he quickly runs through the alignment of dresses before stopping on a very short, tight black dress that would probably barely cover your ass.

"I have a theory about Jungkook and... Here, go try this on," he orders, not finishing his sentence as he thrusts the skimpy dress into your arms.

Your head begins to shake. "A theory about Jungkook? What are you talking about, Jimin?! Besides, there's no way I would ever wear-- "

"That's the point, stupid! Look, just trust me," Jimin stubbornly holds your gaze for a long moment and you roll your eyes finally giving in.

Looking down at the dress in distaste, you walk into the dressing room.

Slipping on the tight-fitting material, you gawk at yourself in the mirror. Wearing this revealing of an outfit isn't exactly your style. You prefer something more along the lines of comfy and effortless. It doesn't mean you don't like to dress up, but if it were up to you, you'd much rather be in pajamas, curled up a blanket like a sushi roll watching your favorite dramas all day instead of getting prettied up to party all night. You smile in content at the appeasing thought.

"Uh-- Y/N, are you in there?"

Jungkook?!

"Come on, let us see what you picked out, Y/N!" Jimin's voice calls out loudly from the other side of the door and you flinch, hand tightly on the knob.

Excuse me?! What I picked out?!

You storm out with your hands hugging around your waist uncomfortably, taking awkwardly wide steps towards Jimin who has the biggest smirk on his face.

As you open your mouth to let Jimin have it, he interrupts. "She looks great, doesn't she, Kook?" Jimin nods in your direction and you eye him in shock, trying to telepathically tell him to shut up but he only winks in response.

Bouncing nervously from foot to foot, you can't stop the dying curiosity as your eyes slowly drag across Jungkook's face, his expression unreadable but it looks like he's stopped breathing as he stares at you frozen in place like a statue.

On cue, Holly trudges into the fitting room. "I can't find any-- Wow, that looks great on you!" she squeals, clapping her hands together like an excited little girl.

Your smile is painfully small.

What a nice girl. We probably could have been friends if it wasn't for--

Jungkook snaps out of his daze, scowling at Jimin, "She would never wear that," Jungkook scowls, eyes trailing up your figure and you squeeze your arms tighter around yourself.

You almost laugh as Jungkook pretty much repeated what you tried to tell Jimin earlier.

I don't call him my best friend for nothing. I don't know what Jimin is trying to do but it's not working.

"So what, you're saying she looks ugly?!" Jimin presses on, brows raising up as he waits for an answer and you look at Jimin again in disbelief although a part of you deep down is genuinely curious.

"I-I didn't say-- She looks... fine," Jungkook manages to say after clearing his throat, ears turning a light shade of pink as he refuses to meet your eyes. Holly throws Jungkook a look, mouth slightly open in surprise that he actually answered in front of her.

A nice girl, but a clingy one. Jungkook will hate that, she stands no chance whatsoever...

"Fine? That's it?" Jimin snorts. "I think she looks sexy," Jimin offers you a dazzling smile and you roll your eyes, cringing inwardly at the words as you take a few steps more in his direction to close the gap, hand grabbing a fist of his shirt to pull him down to your level.

"I don't get why you made me put this thing on, it's suffocating me!" You whisper in irritation, watching his eyes sparkle as they gaze down at you.

"I told you I have a theory," is all he whispers before pulling you into his arms.

"Theory?! Look here, Park, fuck your theories and fuck--" You try snap back but he simply ignores you, fingers reaching out to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"Or maybe I just wanted to see you in this," his voice is low, lips brushing your ear and you tense up.

"Gosh you look so beautiful, I could just eat you up," Jimin calculatingly mumbles loud enough for everyone to hear, eyes shifting from yours to Jungkook's as he throws him a wicked expression only he manages to catch.

Your eyes widen further as he leans down over your figure, holding onto his white button up shirt for support. "Jimin, what the hell are you-- "

You freeze in place as you feel his soft pants against your skin, nose trailing up the side of your neck slowly.

"There's so many things I'm thinking of doing to you right now," his deep murmurs cause a sensation to rush through your veins and you pull your eyebrows down in conflict, meeting the gaze of a very agitated-looking Jungkook whose eyes are clearly screaming what the hell are you doing?! Get him off you now!

Jimin's fingers trail down your sides to bring your attention back, resting on your hips to give a good squeeze before rounding over your ass. You can't pull away, too caught off guard by his sudden actions.

"Jimin," you beg barely over a whisper. He looks down at you, eyes glazed over and sparkling as he bites his lower lip.

"Thank me later," he whispers back before feathering his lips lightly against your cheek, inching closer and close to your lips with ever kiss and your eyes squeeze shut as you feel his pillowy lips nearing the corner of your mouth, ready to devour you whole.

"That's enough," Jungkook finally speaks, his voice laced with resentment as his glare drags from your face to Jimin's, darkening immensely at the intense eye contact with the other male.

Jimin almost looks disappointed as he pauses, slowly pulling away from your disoriented form to look questioningly at Jungkook. "Why? Are you her boyfriend or something?"

Redness dusts your best friend's cheeks as he tries to process why he even told Jimin to stop in the first place. "Well-- no, but-- "

"Then it seems like you don't have a say in what I do with her," Jimin's arm pulls you closer by the waist as he lands another kiss on your cheek, Jungkook's eyes igniting as Jimin gives you a quick spank before pushing your wobbly body back towards the dressing room.

"Get changed, sweetheart."

You can't say anything as you walk away, way too confused and startled with everything that just happened to even begin process or lash out at anyone. You close the door behind you and lean against the wall to try and steady your breath, mind picturing the only thing you can think of in this moment.

The face of a very jealous Jungkook.

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