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𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩
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the past three days he's woken up with pounding headaches and no will to leave his bed again. each time taehyung swears it's the last, the pain is too much and he doesn't want to deal with the aftermath in the morning. that mindset didn't last once the sun set and the clubs started chanting his name and beckoning him closer with sweet drinks and obnoxious music.

having a hangover was not cute, at least for taehyung it wasn't. in general they sucked, but it sucked more because he had no one to help and he wasn't prepared enough to leave his future self some water and painkillers on the nightstand for times like this. it always became a battle, which would cause the rockstar to cave first — the pain being too much and the need for something from the medicine cabinet, or the pain being too much and making him just stay in bed because leaving would make it even more worse.

it was his phone today that had him crawling out of bed and trying to find the device in a amongst the pairs of pants left on the floor. taehyung found the leather ones, searching for the pocket but not in time. there was a voicemail left, most likely from his manager telling him to be somewhere.

he was right. within an hour the male had changed into some simple jeans and a flowy shirt, making sure to remember a coat and a pair of dark sunglasses to block the bright light. the driver was already waiting downstairs, some colorful game on the mans phone to entertain himself while he waited. it was put away in the cup holder once the back door opened, taehyung sliding in with a grunt and just laying down across the seats.

"seat belt." the driver said, looking through the rear view mirror and just seeing a thumbs up being held, following by incoherent mumbles. "long night?" he said next, seeing how long it took for the young man to finally drag himself upright to put on a seatbelt. 

"not long enough." taehyung said something like that every time. it didn't matter how hungover he got, if it was going to suck the next day no matter what he might as well keep going until he passed out and couldn't any longer. the driver just shook his head, and then the drive was silent on the way to the entertainment building.

the voicemail that the manager left was regarding wardrobe, the packages had been delivered earlier that morning and taehyung needed to be in for fitting. he didn't mind this part, not when he could rock his model dreams and indulge in people staring at him some more. he laid his head against the cool glass of the window, wondering who would all be there today.

that question would soon be answered, once the young rockstar got out of the car to walk up the steps to the building and pushing open the doors to walk by the front desk without signing in since everyone knew who he was anyways. he got in the elevators and barely opened his eyes until the ding let him know it reached the third floor, where the stylist room was. taehyung walked out, sunglasses still on while he walked down the sidewalk and even when he walked into the room. he still missed those star stickers on the door.

of course there had to only be one person in there, a fucking head of black hair and stone cold features that had taehyung groaning internally. he's not even sure why, but seeing jungkook made him frown. now was not the time to make attempts at being friendly just for the makeup artist to look at him weird.

that wasn't the case though, because as soon as the younger took off his sunglasses, jungkook looked at him once and whistled low, "you look like shit." he said.

normally taehyung would glare at someone that said that, or throw something back just as insulting or mildly rude. instead his lips picked up into a small smile. jungkook actually spoke more than three words to him. "i'm stunning." he said once he sat down and leaned forward to put his head in his hands.

the ravenette just hummed and continued doing whatever he had been on the laptop. "hoseok will be here soon." he finally spoke up, glancing once more at the hungover rockstar and trying his hardest not to roll his eyes. it just seemed so unprofessional, never being anywhere and if he was it was always late, just for it to become known that the kid was out all night acting like an idiot most likely.

they didn't talk, not until hoseok came in and his room filled he silence instead. "good you're here finally." the head designer said, his girls following behind. onda was pushing a cart that had boxes piled on top, most likely the new garments that had been ordered some days ago. jungkook nodded to the male in greeting, and then smiled politely to the girls before looking back at the computer screen. he was on a cosmetics site, adding things to his cart and going through a list of what had been previously ordered by ms. euna. she told him where to go and what to get in more amounts than other products.

she really did help him out a lot, always there with two hands to hold him up. jungkook had to thank her again, maybe send some flowers or even some goodies for her kids that they all could enjoy as a family. his heart clenched at the thought.

"alright, let's get started." hoseok was straight to business, hands clapping and ordering boxes to be put in certain places and one girl needed to get scissors while another needed to find the extra trunks to pack what they'd be brining. jungkook took out the book with notes, knowing very hoseok would ask for that next to record measurements and tweaks if there needed to be any after taehyung tried all the things on.

taehyung just grumbled something, only a few profanities being heard amongst the rest of the whining. "wicked. let's get this over with." he said, tugging off his coat and leaving it with his sunglasses on top of the table.

his designer grinned, "i admire the positive attitude." hoseok said, and he looked over to his girls getting things ready. onda had been nice enough to get out their set two idea, while another girl started to straighten out the folding screen for the rockstar to change behind. except taehyung didn't care, and he was already unbuttoning his shirt right there.

between rushing and getting ready backstage, there was no time to be modest and so private, someone was going to see something at some point. taehyung stopped being shy a long time ago, and a few people now wasn't about to stop the boy.

taehyung tugged on the pants and then the jacket, not minding the lack of a shirt underneath since the fabric was soft on its own and didn't bother his skin. it was all the same pattern throughout, like a pretty paisley of sunset colors. "how's that feel?" hoseok asked, looking at the way the jacket fit around the mans shoulders and the length of both arms. taehyung straightened them out to check himself, moving his shoulders and walking over to one of the full length mirrors to check himself out.

he needed to be able to move, to light the stage up and not be constructed by pretty fabrics. he needed both the pretty and the mobility. right now it was definitely working, the way the pants shapes his legs and hugged subtle curves that he had. taehyung turned and looked at himself from the back, and then unbuttoned the jacket so it stayed completely open. the air touched his warm skin, sending goosebumps down his arms and making the corner of his full lips turn up. this could work.

a little spark ignited in his mind, turning around to see the ravenette looking at that laptop screen with one hand holding onto his chin while he did so, elbow resting on the table. "what do you think jungkook?" taehyung asked with a soft voice, one hand on his hip while the other dangled by his side. "it was your idea." he added, wanting the males opinion.

those dark eyes looked away from the screen, over to the tall and tan male standing with such good posture, his chin tilted up subtlety and eyes cast down to meet his. jungkook couldn't help the way his let his gaze linger for a moment, dragging up the boys body slowly before landing on his face once again. it didn't last long after that, and jungkook looked back at the computer just as quick. "you look good." he said, continuing to scroll through the lists of makeup products, remembering to add more body glitter to his cart.

taehyung hummed, he was hoping for more, or at least some look in the mans eyes that told him the rockstar did in fact look stunning. fuck maybe he actually was straight. taehyungs nose scrunched at the idea and he started to shrug off the jacket, that's a shame.

they did this over and over until the last outfits were tried on. only some needed to be tailored, a jacket too tight and then two pairs of pants that had been too short and showed too much ankle. "we can get those fixed but if not you have those black ones that can be worn twice, once at the start of the show and the end." hoseok said, writing these things down while he said them.

taehyung nodded along. he was pretty pleased with how things went so far and didn't have any major complaints. the pieces he liked best had fit perfectly so it's a win for him.

the girls were nice with folding and hanging everything back up, never needing to be told and already knowing the routine from having done this before. taehyung thanked them and took his leave, walking out to find something to drink in the lounge and maybe a snack or two. fitting always took a few hours, from trying on everything once and then making changes and even sometimes mixing and matching sets to find a combination even better.

with all that finally done the sun was down. it set a lot of the time that taehyung was fully awake, since he slept most of the day and didn't go to bed until a couple hours before it would rise. he wasn't surprised to see how dark it was outside as he poured himself a drink. he also wasn't surprised that he sat and stayed in the lounge until the bottle became lighter and his stomach became fuller.

the male was happy to find some cash stuffed in his pocket, probably from tipping the bartender last night. he walked up to the vending machine and started blinking, trying to make out what everything was but they all blurred into a colorful packages of junk. taehyung just picked some numbers and waited for the snacks to fall, knowing he picked a few more than he'd eat himself.

his phone rang to let him know the driver was outside waiting for him. taehyung swayed while he walked, eating a chocolate roll with some filling on the inside that tasted a little too sweet. it was dark in the entertainment building, that light underneath the door to the stylists room wasn't on. the rockstar frowned.

that frown didn't last though, not when he stepped out the lobby doors and felt the cold air blow across his cheeks. the door to the car was open and waiting for him, but the boy noticed that black hair again. the man was sitting to the side at the bottom of the steps, his phone pressed to his ear again and head hung low. taehyung tilted his head in slight confusion, wondering what could make this statue of a man actually look kind of upset. jungkook looked down at his phone now, no longer listening to whatever it was again, now resting his elbows on his knees and hanging his head low.

taehyungs legs were moving first before he knew what he was doing, taking out one of the snacks from his coat pocket. they were chocolate chip cookies. he didn't say anything, he just stopped walking beside the handsome ravenette and held the snack out.

jungkook looked up at him, feeling his jaw clench and just wondering how this kid showed up all the time out of nowhere. "have a goodnight jungkook." was all he said, waiting for the man to take the snack before walking off to disappear behind the dark car door.

it was weird, for once taehyung wasn't rambling on about something that really meant nothing. he just gave him a snack, told him to have a goodnight, and then left. jungkook watched until the car disappeared, and then he sat and ate the cookies, for once not thinking about the thing that had him so upset.

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