Everyone's face falls, as Mr.Bastion announces the candy collecting winners, except for Jimin's. He simply does a trick with his tongue when he's annoyed, and scoffs.

"Mr.Bastion, are you sure?" Jungkook asks, glancing over at the other team.

"I'm very sure. You're candy weight is 3kg heavier than the others." Mr.Bastion looks closely at the numbers on each paper.

"Why does it matter to you Jung? You won anyways, congrats." Jimin stands up, putting a hand in his costume pocket. Jungkook is taken back by the new name he's called. Admittedly, he's a little sad.

"Jimin-" Jin tries before getting cut off.

"Save it Kim, you were right, I wasn't going to win." Jimin shrugs, rolling his eyes.

His eyes

Jin looks directly at his eyes, becoming nervous. They arent even grey, they look black, completely void of emotion.

"Joon, Yoongi, lets go." Jimin demands more than asks. Once the two aforementioned stand up, Jimin turns around and walks upstairs. They all enter Jimin's room, locking the door and sitting in a circle on his bed.

"You okay Jimin?" Yoongi asks, putting a hand on Jimin's knee.

"Never better actually." Jimin chuckles, but it's not as bright as his usual ones. "So like, what do we do with all this candy?" Jimin continues, avoiding any conversation starters about his feelings.

"Just keep it in a bag for now. We can bring some to school if you want." Namjoon shrugs, looking at the giant, failing, pile of temptation.

"Want to watch a movie?" Jimin suggests. The other two nod their heads, watching as Jimin grabs his laptop, opens up Netflix and puts on Meteor Garden.

A few episodes in, its 1am, multiple empy bags of chips and chocolate candy wrappers are scattered on the bed or on the floor. Just as Yoongi and Joon are ready to fall asleep watching the show, Jimin perks up and gasps, awakening the two almost sleeping beauties.

"Guys, I have a fucking idea." Jimin announces.

"For the first time in forever?" Yoongi chuckles, earning a light slap to his thigh from the younger.

"Listen dumbass, I want a makeover." Jimin smirks.

"As in, you want us to put that girly shit all over your face?" Namjoon raises a brow. Jimin let's out a loud groan and falls on his back in utter disbelief at how idiotic his friends could be.

"No, as in I want to change my appearance." The younger scoffs.

"Ooh." They two drawl out together.

"Honestly, me too. I've been meaning to change my hair, it looks like a swamp." Namjoon chuckles, tugging on the dark green mess upon his head.

"And my hair looks like red velvet cupcakes. It ain't cool anymore." Yoongi tsks.

"Alright, its settled. Let's have a makeover tomorrow." Jimin grins.

"What about school? You have all that work due from Canada." Yoongi frowns, a little skeptical.

"I'll get it done, don't worry." Jimin shoos off the topic quickly. "You with me on this?" He holds his fist up.

"Of course." The other two grin, fist bumping each other, then going back to watching their enchanting show.
. . .

The next morning, Jimin wakes up to someone shaking him.

"Jimin wake up, you're going to be late for school!" Jungkook groans, spending the last 5 minutes trying to wake up the cotton candy kid.

"Yo, don't fucking touch me." Jimin slaps Jungkook's hand off his shoulder.

"Jimin-"

"Get out, I'm not going." Jimin groans, turning back over and closing his eyes again.

"O-oh - okay." Jungkook mumbles, shuffling out of the room. Did Jimin's heart pang? Yes. Does he care? No?

At least 10 minutes after Jungkook left, he heard the front door slamming shut. He groggily slips out of bed, walking into Namjoon's room where the elder stands at his mirror, battling with his hair. Jimin simply goes into the elder's closet, throws on one of his big, black sweaters, and walks over to the struggling and groaning giant.

"Do it like this." Jimin mutters, hopping onto his tip-toes and patting Joon's hair off to the side and running his fingers through it a bit to give it a messy look. Joon looks back in the mirror and ahh's in astonishment.

"Is Mr.Grouch awake?" Jimin asks as they leave Joon's room.

"Yeah, he is." Yoongi rolls his eyes as he walks over to the two, tapping Jimin's head. The three parade down the stairs in comfortable silence, seating themselves at the dining table to eat the still steaming hot food.

"Boys?" Minho walks in, seeing the three of them still at home. "Jimin, are you skipping school?" Minho asks, raising a brow and taking a sip from his white mug he has clasped in his hand.

"I ate too much candy last night, and wasn't feeling good after the shooter. Joonie and Yoonie said they'd spend a day with me and make sure I'm okay. I hope that's okay with you." Jimin's whole demeanor changed immediately, his voice becoming softer and quieter. The normal Jimin attitude.

"Oh, of course bud. If you're still feeling sick from the candy, tell me and we'll get you checked up by our doctor." Minho walks over to ruffle the pink curls above his head before smiling and walking out.

"Easy peasy." Jimin chuckles once Minho is at a decent distance away.

"Damn, your attitude changes as fast as your languages." Yoongi mutters out.

"C'est vrai Monsieur, je peux changer quelle langue je parle comme ça." Jimin replies in French, snapping his fingers at the end.

"What?" They both frown.

"I said, that's true Mr, I can change what language I speak like this." Jimin translates, shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth.

"Was that Spanish?" Namjoon asks.

"No, it was French. Spanish would be something like, 'Hola mi amigo, cómo estas?' " Jimin giggles.

"Now what did you say?" Yoongi asks, enjoying the new language sounds.

"Hello my friend, how are you." Jimin translates once more. "Can we stop, I don't want to keep translating." Jimin laughs, finishing up his food, as well as the two elders. They stop pestering the multi-language boy and rinse off their plates, heading to their respected rooms to change.

Just as Jimin opens his closet, he realizes everything is so... bright. He frowns, remembering when he came here, he moved every dark piece of clothing to the back. So, he climbs in, rummaging through piles and finally finding the darker array of clothes. He grins, feeling like he just bought a whole new wardrobe for free.

He ponders for a minute, then looks down at Joon's sweater he's wearing. He stands up and makes his way to Joon's room, knocking on the door before entering.

"Hey Namjoon, can I borrow some pants?" He asks, watching as Joon walks out the bathroom with tight black pants on, a belt with a gold buckle that is definitely making a certain something stand out, with white socks and no shirt.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." Namjoon smirks, walking over to Jimin. The younger gulps, unable to take his eyes off Joon's surprisingly tan and toned torso, as he stalks towards him like he's the predator and Jimin's the prey.

"Like what you see?" He asks, backing Jimin up against a wall.

"I- I don't-" He's cut off when Namjoon leans closer, placing a hand on the wall beside Jimin's head, caging him in. The elder's head leans down to the crook of his neck, moving the sweater hood to the side for a second. He lets out a chuckle that confuses Jimin.

"The nip made a mark." Namjoon refers to the nip he did yesterday at lunch.

"Wait really?" Jimin asks, whipping his head to try to look at his neck, which of course he can't. He ends up smacking the side of his face against Namjoon's leaving the elder to stumble to the side and fall, but not before taking Jimin along with him by his hoodie.

Jimin ends up on top of the taller, hoodie over his head, and face planted into the other's chest.

"Oow." Jimin groans, raising his head, scrunching his nose. He looks to Namjoon who looks like he's out cold.

"Yah, Namjoom open your eyes." Jimin rolls his eyes. After a second his eyes are still closed. "I know your still awake dumbass. You're squeezing my ass." Jimin lifts himself up a bit, pushing down on Namjoon's chest, getting a wheeze out of him and his eyes to open.

"That's not fair." Joon pouts.

"You're squeezing my ass, how is pushing on you not fair?" Jimin rolls his eyes.

"You didn't kiss me to wake me up. I was being sleeping beauty." Namjoon flicks his imaginary long hair with the free hand that isn't squeezing the younger's ass.

"Yo, dumbass, why would I kiss you?" Jimin wraps a hand around Namjoon's throat, in an attempt to look scarier. It backfires.

"Damn Jimin, I didn't know you were so kinky." Yoongi bites his lip as he comes in to check on what all the ruckus was. Jimin whips his head towards Yoongi at the door, then back at Namjoon who is smirking.

"Oh for fucks sake." Cotton candy boy grumbles, getting off Namjoon and grabbing a pair of pants from the dresser, what he initially came in here for.

"You two better be ready by the time I'm downstairs." Jimin threatens.

"Or what, you'll pin us both down?" Yoongi crosses his arms.

"Don't test me baby boy." Jimin calls out from the hall, entering his room. He quickly changes into the black ripped jeans he grabbed from Joon, took off the sweater and just tucked in his white tshirt. He looped on a dark purple belt and grabbed a watch from a drawer.

As he ran down the stairs, he could hear the two elders bickering back and forth. It stopped once he hit the last step.

"You guys ready to go?" Jimin asks excitedly. The two confirm their readiness and walk out the door and into Yoongi's car. After a 20 minute ride full of everyone's singing and Yoongi's horrible attempt at some English songs trying to keep up with two English speakers, they arrive at the mall.

"First thing's first, hair." Jimin announces, ready to get rid of the pink atop his head.

"Do you know what color you want Yoongi?" Jimin asks, leading the way to a hair salon in sight.

"Probably just brown." Yoongi shrugs, the answer not satisfying Jimin enough.

"I thought you wanted to be cool." Jimin teases, making Yoongi rethink his answer. He does want to be cool. He wants to look cool for Jimin.

"What color do you think would look good on me then?" Yoongi asks as he lays an arm over the smaller's shoulders.

"Mint." Jimin grins immediately.

"Really?" Namjoon asks, trying to picture mint colored hair on Yoongi.

"Yeah, I think it would look really good on you, and contrast well with your fair skin. Also, who doesn't love messy mint hair?" Jimin smiles, entering the salon. "I mean, every time I go up to you, I can just say 'Yoingi died his hair, fucking mint.'" The younger laughs, referring to a Tik Tok. He earn 2 face palms from his friends.

"Hi there, we would all like our hair dyed." Jimin walks up to the lady at the counter and smiles.

"Of course, we have openings for all of you right now, lucky you." She smiles, calling out her staff.

"Perfect indeed." Jimin grins. "What about you Joon? What color are you choosing?" The still, cotton candy boy asks as hes taken to a seat, sitting next to Yoongi.

"I dunno, I'll decide when the time comes." He shrugs.

"Well you have like, 10 minutes." Yoongi laughs at the younger's stupidity.
. . .

"Ready for the reveal?" Jimin asks, super excited. They all got their hair washed, colored and blow dried. To be honest, they're all pretty excited about their new hair colors. And this is only the start of their transformations.

"3, 2.." Yoongi counts down.

"1, reveal." Namjoon grins, all three of them turning around to look at each other, taking in each other's new hair color.

"Oh my god Yoongi!!" Jimin squeals, gushing at the boy's new hair. Jimin was right, Yoongi does look cool with Mint hair.

"Oh- Joonie, that hair suits you well." Jimin smiles, taking in how his new hair color makes the taller look tanner.

"Your hair color is great too Jimin." Namjoon grins, motioning to the black tufts above the smaller's head.

"I admit, it is hot. But I'm gonna miss the pink." Yoongi pouts a little.

"Well no more pink." Jimin rolls his eyes before smiling a paying for his hair. They exit the hair salon, tipping the ladies well.

"Now where?" Namjoon asks, not really sure what to do next.

"Well, it's only 11, should we eat or shop first?" Yoongi asks, hoping to eat.

"We can eat, gain our energy then shop. I want to hit Hot Topic right away." Jimin smiles, getting Yoongi's silent hint. Yoongi lets out a gummy smile before they make their way to the food court. As they stand in line, switching between chatting and texting, they hear a few squeals and gasps. The three curious boys look up and around them, noticing a lot of people simply staring and admiring them.

"Um... do I have something on my face?" Yoongi asks worriedly. Jimin looks at the girls, then to Joon and Yoongi. Then it clicks.

"Aah, it's our looks." Jimin whispers to himself, yet catching the attention of the two beside him.

"What, because we changed our hair?" Joon asks, surprised that's all it took.

"And our outfits Joon, we look like models." Jimin snickers, keeping their food line moving. He gets a small ooh from Joon before they order food and decide to walk and eat instead of sitting. It would be much too much of a hassle to eat and deal with screaming girls.

They spend the next few hours going through new stores, finding outfits and accessories that fit their new looks. Jimin, playing a big part in what they bought, and what he thought would look good on the other two, to which they agreed to. They spent at least over $3,000... each that day. They had many bags to carry home, which wasn't a problem as they had Yoongi's car, and Jay helped them unload all the bags. Jimin even offered Jay some fancy things he got. Though Jimin is changing, he's still nice to Jay. His phrase still stands, "Just treat me how you would want to be treated. You're still human after all."

By the time they were all done unloading their new clothes, their old clothes were thrown in boxes and pushed to the back of their closets.

"Joon, Yoongi, come here please!" Jimin calls from his room, struggling to carry a box. Yoongi arrives first, grabbing the box from Jimin's hold and raising a brow.

"This box isn't even heavy. How much can you even lift?" Yoongi asks, tossing the box on a top shelf.

"I don't know, I never needed to go to the gym." Jimin shrugs, catching Joon walk into the room.

"Did you need something Min?" Joon asks, Jimin taking a liking to that new nickname.

"Yeah, I wanna go do a photo shoot to show off our new style and hair." Jimin smiles, really just wanting to get out of the house longer so he doesn't have to be here when the others come by.

"Okay, let us change and we'll meet you by the door?" Joon grins, excited to finally be able to post something new on his Pinstagram. Jimin nods, slipping into an outfit he pulled out earlier, and running down the stairs. Only seconds later, the two elders were down in their new outfits.

"Damn." Jimin whistles, liking what he sees. "You guys really pull off your outfits." He grins, grabbing Yoongi's car keys and exiting the house again.

"Thanks." The two mumble out, trying not to blush at the small yet very impacted compliment. Yoongi gets in the drivers set, Jimin in passenger and Joon in the middle of the back.

"Where to?" Yoongi asks, turning on the car.

"I dunno, we'll figure it out." Jimin giggles, turning on some music with his blue tooth, and pressing a button to lower the roof. (Roofless cars, love em!) Just as they pull out of the driveway, Yoongi pauses as he sees the others walking home from school. Jimin makes eye contact with Jin, seeing the shock in not only his, but the three other's eyes as they take in their new appearances.

"Step on it." Jimin growls, feeling angrier by the second as he looks at them.

"You got it boss." Yoongi chuckles, Namjoon 'whooping', grabbing a hold of each front seat, as Yoongi steps on the gas, making the tires squeak against the road as they zoom off. The wind blasts through their hair, giant smiles on their faces as they all laugh wind tickling their cheeks. They drive god knows where, finally stopping on Jimin's command. They hop out, seeing an abandoned, empty pool, full of vines and mold, yet everything around it was beautiful.

"This background is perfect for you Yoongi." Jimin smirks, getting out his camera. Yoongi widens his eyes before shrugging, thinking it's best not to argue with him on this. They take a few photos, Namjoon snickering at Yoongi's awkward poses, which frustrates Jimin.

"Jesus Christ Yoongi, okay listen. Pretend I'm someone you're trying to seduce." Jimin groans, wanting a good photo. Yoongi tilts his head to the side and does a pouty frown.

"How the hell do I do that?" Yoonig groans, keeping his pose, which Jimin snaps.

"Y'know what, that was perfect, let's go." Jimin giggles, showing the photo to Joon. The elder snickers again, looking at Yoongi and wiggling his brows. Back in the car, they drive into the city, stopping for supper at a small mall quickly.

"Hey Joon!" Yoongi yells, Jimin pulling out his camera.

"What?" Namjoon asks, looking up from being entranced by his shiny shoes.

SNAP

"Welp, that's Joon's photo down." Jimin laughs, high-fiving Yoongi. Joon just rolls his eyes, ready to grab his food and sleep. The boys eat, talking about the next places to shoot for Jimin. They quickly decide on finding a cool alley way. They walk around, leaving the car in the mall parking lot. They soon find an alley way that Jimin deems photo shoot worthy.

He finds a large, square stool, most likely from a bar, and places it against the a metal door.

"Ready?" Jimin asks, sitting normally on the seat.

"Yeah." Yoongi says, camera in hand. The boys don't expect Jimin to be good at this type of vibe for photos. They expect him to be awkward and still look cute. Oh how bloody wrong they were. Yoongi almost drops the camera as Jimin starts posing, Namjoon having to take the camera while Yoongi becomes a blubbering, blushing mess, which Jimin ignores.
A few more photos and they're done, mostly because the two elders are kind of getting turned on at this point.

"Let's go home." Joon clears his throat, putting his hand on the small of Jimin's back, walking out the alley, Yoongi in tow.

"I don't wanna go home though." Jimin frowns, trying to resist walking along with Namjoon. The elder simply wraps his arm around Jimin's hips, feeling them sway as the smaller walks.

"Min, don't fight this. You have to face them eventually." Namjoon rolls his eyes, keeping a tight hold on Jimin's hips. Yoongi eyes Namjoon's arm, giving Joon a death glare before grabbing Jimin's hand, spinning him out of Joon's hold and into his own.

"What was that for?" Jimin asks, looking over at Yoongi.

"I wanted to hold you, is that a problem?" The mint hair boy asks.

"Not at all." Jimin chuckles, sensing the rage radiating off of Namjoon beside them. Jimin decides to just go along and get in the car. Yoongi drives them home, the sun now setting. By the time they arrive home, it's dark, and Jay is waiting at the front door....with a not so happy looking Jin.

"Where the fuck, have you boys been?!" Jin scolds, arms crossed, brows knitted.

"Shit, mama Jin is here." Yoongi whispers.

"Mama Jin?"

. . .

Most likely going to start updating more now. Christmas break is soon, and because all my friends like causing drama and blaming me for some reason, I now have like.. no one. Aha. So yeah, I shall escape by writing :)

Expect more chapters soon! :)

3419 words btw, be happy

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Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin