[CONTENTID1]Chapter 18[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] Crush on you [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3] Confusion [/CONTENTID3]

[CONTENTID4] 

It was Monday.
Jungkook was annoyed. The weekend had been relaxed. On Sunday, his uncle showed him a little bit around. Seoul was interesting.

In front of him was the peacock.

He was scrolling through a sea of girls. He allowed them to touch him sometimes. He is playing with his phone. They had already met up with the boys, and Hoseok joined them.

Yoongi was walking on his left side, Namjoon on his right side. It felt like a cage. But he knew that complaining would not help. They acted as bodyguards.

A girl walked toward him and was staring at him.

She gasped and stumbled back.

„It´s you. The alien!“ her eyes got wide.

This morning

„Nice.“ Jin nodded, satisfied.

„I guess.“ Ren adjusted a strain of hair.

„Good job.“

“Thank you.” Ren chuckled.

„Turn him around.“

Jungkook got turned around to his left side.

„You think that´s okay?“ Jin asked his boyfriend.

He got shifted to the right.

„The hair is excellent.“ Ren smiled.

„Yes.“

„EXCUSE ME, I CAN HEAR YOU!“ Jungkook yelled angily.

The diva and the poodle were standing in front of him.

Looking at him.

„A little more color?“

„Good idea.“ Ren nodded slowly.
„Shoes?“

Jungkook got even angrier when he saw Jin looking around, and the younger wasn´t sure which pair to pick.

„Blue.“

„Are you sure? His eye color would be off.“

„The green ones?“ Jungkook grabbed them already.

„Sure."

„I CAN STILL HEAR YOU!“ Jungkook was furious.

These guys were too much. Since the morning, they had been „working“ on him, as they called it. Doing his hair and putting him into tight clothes, he found himself in front of the bathroom mirror while the diva put eyeliner on his lids.

„Guess that´s okay.“ Jin relined one eye.

„Yep.“

„Perfume?“ Ren sighed.

„A light one. Monday, you know.“

„You´re right.” Jin giggled.
„I AM HERE! I CAN HEAR YOU!“ he screamed again in anger.

Taehyung was eating his apple and was waiting for the alien to come down. His brother had promised to change his style slightly so that it would be enough to go onto the street with him.

When Jungkook walked down the stairs, his eyes got wide.

He... this was... damn... this was epic.

He was beautiful, his hair perfectly arranged to support his V-line. His face was … damn... fierce eyes, nice lips, his body was wrapped into the most stylish clothes, but they looked shabby compared to his appearance. It was almost unbearable to see him like this. His heartbeat got a little faster, and he felt himself blushing.

„What the ....“ the words slipped over his lips.

Jungkook turned around immediately. „I am not doing this ...“ he pestered and walked upstairs again.

Taehyung stood up. „Wait!“

Jungkook looked at him.

„It´s... not bad. I allow you to go on the street like this. With me. Like… together. School and stuff.“ he mumbled.

Jungkook was irritated.

When he saw himself in a mirror, he was stunned.

He looked... good. Even the ed up eyeliner was fantastic. The poodle and the diva jumped around in happiness, proud of their masterpiece.

And now the in front of him said that it´s not bad. Did he NOT say something terrible right now?
„I feel weird. This is not my style.“ Jungkook lowered his eyes.

„Just wear it. It´s... nice. Weird. But okay. Nothing special, though. You got nothing on me, of course.“

Jungkook knew that. Taehyung was just another level. Sometimes he watched him when he moved his head or laughed. He had little wrinkles when he laughed. His nose twitched every time they passed an apple tree. He played with a ring on his left hand a lot. He had gotten used to his expressions, and he could even see that he got angry before Taehyung realized it himself. He had to admit that the sun angle at 3 pm made him look good. His face was always sparkling when the sun hit it. He hated the right table in the back of the cantina because there was too much sunlight. He loved his weird magazines. He hated Slot Number 7 for some reason. He his lips a lot. Did it look... nice?

„Is it okay?“ he mumbled again.

HELL, WHAT? OKAY?

This guy was hot. Seriously. The guy in front of him turned him on like hell, and it didn´t even feel wrong for a man. He didn´t feel ashamed to scan his body. He wanted to touch him. He looked terrific. A second later, he realized that it was the alien. Just the alien. He didn´t like him. Touching him was unthinkable.

„Hyung, do I look stupid?“

He looked up and stared at him. „It´s acceptable.“

Jungkook was pouting.
„STOP THAT AEGYO !“ he yelled at him.

„Aegyo, what?“

„Aish... just grab your stuff. We´re going.“

This was the first time since he met him, and he was excit