Jimin focus

Taehyung had called him two days ago to tell him that he was needed for a job in Hongkong, and Jimin had almost collapsed from excitement. Not only would he work with Tae again, but he would also be crossdressing, something he had never done before but that he had always wanted to try at least once in his life, even if it was just for fun at a party. And now he had his chance. But apparently the man he was supposed to seduce visited a high-class club, so he had had to buy something more expensive and classy than the maid dress in his closet, and it seriously had been fun, especially buying the lacy silken underwear and the wig with the long blonde hair to hide his own short chestnut strands.

His doorbell stopped him from daydreaming, and he looked around in shock. Half of his closet was emptied on the floor and his suitcase was not even half packed, but apparently that Jeon-guy was already here. Had he wasted this much time?

Hastily, he stumbled over the heaps of clothes and ran through the hallway to get the door. With a harsh pull he tore it open only to be greeted by a massive black wall with two curious brown doe eyes looking down at him.

"Uh," he blurted dumbly, startled by the dark figure.

"Sorry," the man said and took off the black paper mask to bare a smiling face. "I'm Jungkook. We know each other-"

"-from the MMCA job. I know," Jimin finished the man's sentence, still busy taking in the form in front of him. He felt a little intimidated by all the black and leather. Still, Jeon was undeniably attractive, a fact Jimin had already come to acknowledge back at the last job together with the fact that, though he did not look like it, the man possessed an amazing voice.

Confronted with all the tough-guy-ness, Jimin suddenly became very aware of his own do-up and felt naked in the thin t-shirt and boxer shorts he was wearing, so he tried to cover himself by crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Come in," he said nicely though and turned around to walk back to the chaos of his bedroom. "I didn't finish packing, yet." Hastily he searched for some jeans to put on.

"I can see that," Jeon said with a snort when he stuck his head inside the room. "I guess that explains why Taehyung sent me to pick you up."

"Uh, well, sorry... I guess," Jimin mumbled and tried to get his head straight again after the unexpected and startling arrival of a dark handsome in his four walls.

"No reason to be sorry. I get payed," the other said and smiled a cute bunny smile, which Jimin absolutely wanted to see again. How could such a dangerous-looking guy have such a cute smile?

"I-I-I...," he stuttered in desperate search for some words.

"What did you pack until now?" Jeon asked, ignoring his stumbles and stepping inside after toeing off his boots.

"Just the things I need for my part of the job," Jimin answered and looked at the three dresses, the sets of lacy underwear and the high heels in the suitcase. One shy look at Jeon told him that the man was staring at the contents stunned.

"I-I need to cross-dress for the job," Jimin tried to defend his luggage.

"Okay," the other said and tore his eyes off the equipment with some visible effort. A second later it was like nothing had happened. "So, you're going to Hongkong. It's about twenty to twenty-five degrees there right now, so I suggest packing some t-shirts, preferably white so you won't be grilled, shorts for the day and long trousers for the evening. And maybe a suit. Suga always packs a suit," Jeon counted down a packing list.

Jimin just stared at the younger slightly openmouthed.

"Okay," he replied after some seconds of silence and began to search for said items. Of course, he would not bring something as plain as t-shirts but rather some nice silken button-downs, but still this seemed so much easier after someone told him. Why had he not been able to come up with those thoughts by himself?

"Did you already pack your cosmetic bag?" Jeon asked while watching him placing clothes in the suitcase.

The bathroom. Jimin panicked at the memory of how his bathroom looked right now. He had waxed his legs this morning to prepare for his act, and all the stuff was still lying around, making his bath look like a girls-day-spa-explosion. "I'll do that later. Do you want anything to drink? Coffee maybe?" he asked to brush the topic off and to create a distraction that would allow him to erase the traces of his uncommon morning routine in case Jeon needed to use his bathroom.

"Sure, do I-"

"The kitchen is the next room on the right. Coffee is still in the machine," Jimin interrupted the younger and looked up from his suitcase for a moment. "The cups are-" But the other was already gone.

Giving the hallway a cautious look, he slipped out of his bedroom to get into the bathroom across the hallway and started his cleaning mission. Hectically he stuffed the plastic sheets and waxing pads into the trashcan, packed the lotion away and hid the girly razor in his cosmetic bag. Easier done than he had expected.

"Are you packing your bath stuff?" a voice from behind him asked and he jumped in shock.

"Nothing! What? Yes!" he shouted startled and turned around.

"Calm down," Jeon mumbled but looked sorry, "It's just me. I wanted to know if you have any milk."

"Milk. Uh, no. I drink my coffee black," Jimin replied and put the trashcan down awkwardly. "Sorry."

God, this was so weird. Why did Tae send Jeon to pick him up? Jimin could have simply taken a taxi to the airport.

Soft and melodic, the younger's voice sounded through his apartment. "We need to head off in ten minutes. Get ready."

Shit! Well, this was the reason Tae had sent someone. Jimin was awful regarding timelines. He put everything he could see into the cosmetic bag and ran back to his room to stuff the rest of his suitcase with underwear and socks and shoes, and within five minutes he stood in the hallway, ready to take off.

"I'm ready," he shouted into the apartment and a black mop appeared in the kitchen door.

"Good. What about sunglasses?" Jeon asked him and leaned against the doorframe while he slurped on his coffee like he had all the time in the world. The black-haired looked like some biker bad boy in a prince's apartment, and Jimin did not know what to make of that image.

But all this was unimportant and the younger was right with his suggestion of sunglasses, and so Jimin left his suitcase behind to stumble back into his room and opened the box of shades. Which one to take? Most of his clothes were black and white, so every color would do. Silver then?

"Jimin?"

Silver it is, and he grabbed the mirrored circular model and left.

"Wallet, passport, ticket, keys?" Jeon asked him when he was back in the hallway. God, he needed this guy in his life.

A little jittery he checked his coat for his purse and his passport with the ticket and then grabbed the keys from the hook next to the door. "I'm ready."

"Been to the toilet? We'll drive one hour to the airport," the younger asked with one risen eyebrow, and Jimin suddenly felt so small and young that it was disturbing. The last time someone had asked him this question must have been when he had been about seven.

"Just a sec," he mumbled when he slipped past the black figure and into the bathroom once more.

"I pulled the electronic kitchen devices out of the sockets and turned the heaters on medium," he heard the muffled voice of the raven through the door and once again thanked Taehyung for having sent him that guy. He would have forgotten all of that, not that the heaters mattered with his income, but it was nice to have someone who took care of him.

"On the spot," Jeon said with a look on his smartphone when they finally stood both in the hallway again, and then he grabbed the giant suitcase to carry it outside. Yes, Jimin definitely needed a Jeon in his life. He should ask Tae how to get one.

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A widely grinning Taehyung with bright red hair waited for him at the airport in Hongkong, and he hugged the taller happily when he reached him, breathing in the soft scent of paint. It was nice being back with the artist, even if it was nothing more than a professional relationship now. He had seen how the two thieves acted around each other, and he would not destroy this perfect symbiosis because he wanted to be part of some more interesting jobs. Sex was not worth forcing those two apart, he could have plenty of that anywhere, though he had to admit that a Taehyung in the morning was quite a nice special.

"How have you been? When did you start this job?" he asked the other while they walked towards the exit.

"Let's find a taxi first. We can catch up during the ride," Taehyung said and chuckled amused by his eagerness.

Well, Jimin could not stop himself. He would have to show a real performance this time, dressed-up and with a guy. This job was not as easy as the Miss of the MMCA. And he would have to learn how to walk on heels, because until now he was only able to stand on those.

"Can you walk on heels?" he asked the artist while they walked down the road in front of the airport. Jeon had been right, the sun was relentless, albeit it was November.

"Yes, I can. Do you need a teacher?" Taehyung asked with sparkly eyes.

"Yeah, I never dressed up as a woman before," Jimin admitted. But if the mirror in the garment shop had not been lying he looked damn fine as one. He even had taken a crash course in how to do your make-up like a woman. YouTube was amazing in that realm.

Taehyung laughed again. "Don't worry. I'll teach you so that every man in that club will be on your heels once this job is over."

Briefly, a picture of Jeon's doe eyes, glued to his heels and lacy panties, flashed through Jimin's mind, but then he brushed it off and joined his friend's chuckles while they stuffed his suitcase into a taxi and headed off.

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