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@✩ yoojung c。 Oh aha good then because you a cutie and you deserve pats, sweetie. Oh no i feel like eating 4 slices so we can share a pizza if you'd like but if you don't want to, we can buy separate pizza. / i let out a soft chuckle by your cute action as i nod because i agree before i staph right in front of the pizza parlor. I am very glad to hear that but same, love. Here we are by the way! You can smell the delicious pizza from afar oof.

@★ jia m。 letting out a chuckle, i nod my head. "alright, but I don't mind you patting my head. since now i know that you have that tendency to do so!" i smile and tap my chin. "oof since you eat that much we should really order pizzas separately or else you are gonna get starved. i mean, we are already here eating so let's just eat till we feel contented." i finger gun back at you with a playful wink. "you can't stop me when the time comes." i wiggles my eyebrow at you before approaching the shop. "of course i'm feeling good, its food we are going to have. how about you hm?"

@✩ yoojung c。 If you don't want me to pat your head, just let me know hm? Oh aha i only can eat 4 slices or less but of i haven't ate in a day, then more than 4 slices oof so i only feel like eating 4 slices luckily. /i chuckled as i finger gun at you. i listen to your words as i end up smiling more than i was before. Awe you don't have to but if you really want to, then i won't staph you. So how are you feeling this far? Good right?

@★ jia m。 i shake my head, "its fine, it was just a little sudden." i flash a smile. "how much pizzas do you usually eat jia?" i question as i tap my chin. "if you eat a lot then we can buy separately. but if you eat not much then i guess we can just share!" i walk closer to you as you lead the way, following your pace. "I'll treat you next time, I'm sure there will be next time."

@✩ yoojung c。 Sorry for patting your head, yoo. I tend to pat people's heads a lot aha. Good then! Shall we share a pizza together or you wanna get your own pizza? Either one you choose, i'll pay regardless. /i nods with a big grin upon my lips at you. I'll lead the way, yoo cutie! It's fine if you don't wanna treat me, I just wanna treat you as a thank you. /i slip my hand around your arm as i start leading the way but still walking beside you. So how are you feeling?

@★ jia m。 i give you a questioning look as you pat the top of my head before giving a firm nod. "pizza definitely sounds good, good enough to pay for our hardwork for the project." i said as i let out a soft chuckle. "do guide me there please, I'd love to try delicious food!" my eyes curved into crescent shaped as i give a smile. "oh me treating you instead? hmmmm-" i hummed softly as i tap my chin lightly, walking beside you.

@✩ yoojung c。 /i listen to your answers to my question before i lightly pat the top of your head. Alrighty then, wanna eat pizza? There is a good pizza place that sells delicious pizza hNg! I really want to treat you are my new friend okay? You can treat me in return if you think it isn't fair aha. /i chuckled while i walk beside you as i glace around the busy mall.

@★ jia m。 i rubbed my aching shoulders with both of my hands, trying to relieve the throb after doing the club project the whole day. i followed you to the mall as we are trying to catch a break after the whole day hardwork. we ended up in the city mall. my ears perked up at your voice as i turned my attention on you. "sure, we shall go eat first, my stomach is growling kinda." i replied you with a small smile before beaming in excitement. "are you really treating me? but really, you don't have to partner, even if you say no buts." i said as i shake my head.

@✩ yoojung c。 /after finishing a project with you that took about 3 hours, we end up walking inside the mall filled with many stores, restaurants, and people. looking around in curiosity i then look at you with a smile of mines. Shall we get something to eat after a busy day for us both? I'll pay since you been such a lovely partner, no buts okay? /i point my finger at you with a soft chuckle of mines.

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@★ jungkook j。 He doesn't expect to get off easy. Taehyung knows that after all but attacking the younger male with a frozen drink and kidnapping him into a girl's dressing room, that most wouldn't be so forgiving.

But that doesn't stop the violent flinch at the raucous panic that reverberates from Jungkook's voice. Startled from his amusement, he stumbles out of the way just in time for the boy to crowd himself against the mirror. The back of his knees hits the flowery changing bench behind him as he s for balance, stealing a glance at what he thinks is causing the boy's peril. His foundation drips in rivulets down to his neckline and a throb of understanding resounds in his heart. "Hey--- Hey, Kookie, calm down. It's no big deal. A lot of boys wear makeup, no need to be embarrassed about it." He rights himself, a careful hand to the boy's shoulder and a squeeze of reassurance. "It's oka--- Wait. Jungkook, what's... that?"

He sees it in the mirror before he sees it in person.

A dark vermilion that peeks from the contours of Jungkook's cheek, one that also coils angrily down his jawline. With the grip he has on the younger, he wrenches him around to face him and physically jerks at the sight of the bruise cradling his eye. "Jung--- kook..." He reigns himself in using every iota of training as an instructor, but the fire that builds within the back of his throat is nothing any of the facilitators taught him. His grip loosens, a softening hold that doesn't reflect the steel in his gaze. "Who did it? Jungkook, I need you to tell me..." The pleas slip from his lips before he can think to regret them.

But at present, Taehyung's mind recalls the tauntings of his own high school experience. All my boys who hadn't the capability of understanding that humanity was such a beautiful array of differences. That it was what made Taehyung stand out that decided his ability to succeed in life. And the thought of one of his own students undergoing the same fate honestly kills him. Especially when it's a student as dedicated and genuine as Jeon Jungkook.

He tries to pry his gaze from the bruises, knows the way his voice quakes is a pitiful giveaway but Taehyung's never been good with confrontation. Suddenly he considers taking the little seat behind him if they even have enough leg room.

@✸ taehyung k。 The grip that the elder held upon his battered skin was light, yet still seemed to hurt. Perhaps it was because the covered skin, instead of smooth porcelain was discolored - recovering. He'd barely been able to properly address what was happening until he'd stumbled into the fitting room behind Taehyung. Even then, his back is pressed against the door while staring at the teacher, soon blinking quickly for a second before questioning after a long pause, "I already finished my assignments, am I not allowed to be at the mall?" It was a tad bit of a snarky comment, but Jungkook didn't mean any harm.

Looking down upon his trench coat once more, he breathes out a low curse, soon removing it and tossing it to the side. "It was my favorite, but I can figure something out.." The male whispers, almost in attempt to comfort himself before attempting to swipe the drink off of his shirt. It didn't work. Upon hearing the others laugh echoing throughout the fitting room, his gaze adverted towards him before a brow perked upwards. He didn't see the humor in the situation.

Okay, maybe it was a little funny. The room was probably the cherry on top of the whole situation.

A small hint of a smile was apparent on Jungkook's lips for a mere second before he met his own gaze in the mirror, paying no more mind to the other male's laughing. He began stepping closer to the mirror, gaze falling beneath his left eye, then to the right side of his jaw and cheek - all where battered skin peaked through the heavy foundation covering it in attempt to call for help. It only infuriated him more, which earned a curse of his own.

","

He murmured, his hands grappling upon the hem of his shirt in order to - quite roughly, may I add - tug it off to begin attempting to save his face by dabbing off the liquid, but it only seemed to dissipate into the soft fabric of his shirt. He'd thoroughly exposed the markings among his skin, yet because they were easier to cover, he didn't seem to mind as much. "God damn it!" Jungkook cursed once more, again forgetting about Taehyung, with one hand roughly nudging through his darkened locks as -what seemed like the weight of the world - fell upon his shoulders.

@★ jungkook j。 [ okok but you're a cute mess o KHoho ok lemme stop ]

The world crumbles around him in a cascade.

He misses the onlookers whispering to one another, stumbling to pass them by. He misses the questioning glances from the security guard cruising along on his moped. He misses the way the smoothie slithers down the male's attire, working a stain that stretches from that knitted collar to the first hole of his jeans.

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Without preamble, he wrenches forward and grabs for the younger male, toeing them quickly into the nearest store. He skitters past the clerk as she attempts to greet them, opting instead to reel them both into the dressing room tucked back. And, , he'll never understand why these rooms are always at the -end of the store, but he works them through it. Yanking Jungkook inside, he slams the door shut and turns on him. "What the are you doing here? Don't you have homework? Oh god, please tell me that's not new--- I can buy you another if you need."

He breathes.

Steadies himself because the panic that awashes him is unnecessary and he damn-well knows it. He backs away from the boy and circles around, eyes closed as he breathes through his nose. Center. Collect that zen. He channels what he's learned from his last two days of beer yoga and attempts to align his chakras, but finds such a thing was far easier when you're tipsy. He's slow to open his eyes, meeting Jungkook's appearance in the mirror that he stands before, and the enormity of the situation finally hits him.

"God," he offers between barely stifled laughter, failing further the moment he realizes that the dressing room they're in is undoubtedly clad in gaudy arrays of pink. He doubles over, catching himself on the butterfly hook pinned to the wall beside him.

Not yet noticing the way the boy's face literally seems to drip from his cheeks...

@★ youngho s。 The disadvantage of being on the shorter side. Man, that hurt. *mumbles to herself as she rubs her side and looks up at youngho, her neck craning painfully at an angle just to see him properly* I never like designer shirts although i'm pretty contended with just one. Shirts from the traditional markets are way more comfortable. *takes a step backwards, afraid of being hit by his stretching limbs before pursing her lips into a duck pout at her wagging finger being wrapped in his big palm, evidently not being able to see her own finger*
maybe i should just call you Rudolph.
*she stop at the side to catch her breath for a bit before feeling something large breezing past her and she notices that he had overtaken her, willing her legs to carry her as fast as she could but unfortunately the strides of her own limbs put her at a toddling pace*

@✧ hoseok j。 /while it was night, i walk inside the big place that was still filled with bunch of people and stores still not closed yet. i continue to walk before i went to sit on a bench near the big fountain where you told me where to meet. i patiently waiting for your bish while i listen to music through my headphones.

@✩ jisoo k。 *a warm chuckle escapes his lips at her oh so apparent state of discomfort, watching the shorter of them regain her composure with pure amusement in his expression*
Don't get yourself twisted so soon. I'm only poking fun. No judgement here. Well... Maybe a little. Designer shirts aren't all they're cracked up to be. *gives a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders before stretching all his elongated limbs, then reaching to tenderly cloak her wagging finger in the palm of his hand* Why don't you settle for Rudolph? So much simpler.
*he suddenly shouts out before sprinting on past her and maneuvering his way past other mall goers as he climbs each step of the elevator, not having the patience to stand around waiting* Last one there buys at the food court later!

@★ youngho s。 *her eyebrows meet together in the middle out of distaste at the new nickname she had gotten from the male himself and lets out a loud huff* Excuse me. this is the only branded shirt I own now. I am not right there y e t. OOF- *her eyes widens in surprise at the rough jab in her side and she lose her balance, naturally falling to the side before she use her agility to catch herself up on two feet and suddenly her chest feel heavy from the surprise it has taken a toll on* That kinda catch me off-guard but— *quickly turns to face him and waggles her index finger up in the air because of the height difference* Air hockey you say? Imma win at this. Bring it on, red-nosed Rudolph of a redwood tree. Now that is a mouthful. Hmph- *childishly sticks out her tongue at the other and whips her hair around, marching up to the elevator to get to the arcade*

@✩ jisoo k。 *hastily he approaches and slightly bumps into a passerby or two, clearly carefree as the lad hones all focus on Jisoo. he can't help but smirk brightly with a hint of mischief in his sparkling dark eyes*
Uh huh. Laugh it up, Madam Designer Brand. *roughly jabs his elbow into her side, making sure to use just enough force to mess up her balance but not totally knock her over*
Bet I could whip your highclass in a game of air hockey. *taunts playfully as he crosses both arms over his chest and slowly glides the tip of his tongue along his plush yet somewhat damaged lips*

@★ youngho s。 *hearing her name being called out admist the crowd, she turns to see a lanky guy all dressed in black and pressed her palms together, jokingly praying for his "black soul" as reflected by his clothes and her eyes momentarily closed* May the Grim Reaper not lurk around behind you, Youngho ssi. *prying her eyes open again and dropping her hands down to the side, she smiles wordlessly in his direction with a nod* Heeeeeeeey red-nosed Rudolph of a redwood tree. heck, what a fascinating combo of clothing. *checks him out from head to toe when she herself is wearing a white Balenciaga oversized tee and a pair of slightly torn denim shorts with black Old Skool Vans shoes*

@✩ jisoo k。 *pulls up into the car lot near the main entrance, shifting his glossy vintage impala from 'drive' to 'park'. hops out the car with his keys hooked onto a chain that hangs from his belt. for a few moments he takes in the sounds of bustling, busy people all around before sauntering inside the building with his shoulders back and chin held up high*
Jisoo! Hey! *shouts out as he recognizes the girl's face, waving to steal her attention. he stands out amongst the crowd being as lanky as he is and adorned head to toe in an all black outfit except for his vibrant violet flannel*

@★ youngho s。 *takes a Lyft from the school to the entrance of the mall, alighting the moment it stops right in front and closes the door behind her, her eyes squinting together due to the glare of the sun and her pace quickening up just to not feel the heat on her neck and back, her hand outstretched to push the door and finally she enters the air-conditioned mall even though it is just a quick trip and loiters near the entrance whom she actually agrees to meet up with a fellow student from the same school* Hmm.. what to do first.. Arcade?

@✸ taehyung k。 [] + i'm a mess, this is appearance reference for him: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ba/0e/a3/ba0ea3b69d1ac401c4b4e818605a7c3a--fashion-guys-fashion-styles.jpg

@✸ taehyung k。 Finally - after what seemed like a full hour of looking for some kind of foundation shade to match his skin, the pad of his thumb pressed upon the pump - quite ferociously - so that the liquid soon collected the back of his hand. If there were a few things he'd learned from his sister, was how to find the correct shade of foundation as well as how to correctly put it on.

Jungkook was completely oblivious to the stares that he was receiving around him, whether it be by curious women or judging men. Either way, he was there for one reason and one reason only: to hide the bruises on his face before heading home later that evening. Considering that he wasn't vocal, at all, about his personal life, he especially didn't care about what people thought about him. He began to think that the employees of this makeup store, however, were beginning to catch on. Week after week, they soon began helping him find his shade - helping him find the best coverage foundation that they had - even sometimes they had drinks for him! It was kind, and he appreciated them.

Swollen tiers soon part to release a hiss as the beauty sponge bounced upon the black and purple spots, gaze following his hand in the mirror. Anybody at school knew him because of his 'reputation' built off of the bruises from his father, so why did he hide them? Heejin, she didn't know. If he didn't cover them up, he knew she'd grow suspicious. She's a smart girl. And while his father never dare to lay a hand upon her, Jungkook would continue to be sure that he doesn't. He had to protect her.

There, not bad.

Leaning back, the male observed his face - the right corner of his lips twitching in satisfaction. It looked as if nothing happened, completely different to how his face really looked. "Thank you!" He called out to the associates at the counter that he'd befriended, soon turning upon his heels to step out of the makeup store. So much for a good mood, the male thought as his skin caught the cold temperature of the smoothie soon landing, mainly, upon his abdomen and his face. Yep, the same face that he'd just worked so hard fixing. His mouth was parted, arms spread forward in the air before he glimpsed down at himself. His body, previously clad in his favorite trench coat (in summer,, mind you), black t-shirt and ripped jeans now splattered, and possibly ruined by the smoothie of this strange ---

"Mr. Tae??"

@★ jungkook j。 "One medium nectar smoothie for Kim Taehyung!"

He doesn't make it to the counter quickly enough, nearly pummeling through an elderly couple to grapple for his drink. He shoots the barista a glare but she's already returning her deadened gaze to the next customer. He peels back his black face mask just to hiss a quick: "I said not so loud!" before swiveling on heel.

As a fashion icon of his decade (at least as one of his fans would acclaim), he's all too used to the eyes that catch his figure. Never once abiding by the laws of wardrobe risks, he's long ago traded in his self-awareness for unbridled confidence. But today's unfortunately quite different.

He'd just stepped out in a new breed of apparel--- an appearance he cheekily described as 'poor man posh'--- only to receive a flurry of notifications from his entertainment news feed. According to the blogs, the look was ing out--- apparently now the laughing stock of every fashionista around the globe. And here he is, at the mall, donned from head to toe in purposeful rags. What's meant to be a quick stop turns into something short of a reconnaissance mission as he ducks his head in hopes of skipping in and out without running into any trouble.

But just as he thinks he can at least make it to Roberto Cavalli scot-free, he rounds the corner of the mall food court and c a r e e n s into the figure before him, effectively spilling the sloshing golden sludge in his hands all over the male. " sor--" he begins, uselessly flinging his hands out to claw at the impending stain. But then he catches the other's eyes and suddenly all he can think to do is choke on his own tongue.

"J-Jungkook!?"

[ p.s. for appearance reference:
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C3qzLLCVcAEiFXf.jpg

btw--- tae's a very VERY esteemed fashion designer/blogger outside of work u w u legit what keeps his wallet thicc cuz we all know teachers ain't making ]