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thirty-nine: a fitting end

The days slipped by so quickly, but this time, not through Jimin's fingers. Before he knew it, though, his graduation day had started to approach, but sooner so, his school's annual dance that Jimin had never cared for in the past. He'd always gone merely for participation and hung around Namjoon the entire night, but now that Yoongi had come into the picture, Jimin suddenly cared a lot more. As did Yoongi.

It was an obvious, unspoken decision that the two would be each other's dates to the dance. However, still did Jimin feel obligated to ask anyway.

"I'll have to think about it," Yoongi joked, which sadly drew from the other a surprised and disappointed reaction. "J-Jimin, I'm just messing with you. Of course I want to go with you."

"Well, I didn't know if you cared for the event." Jimin shuffled his feet nervously.

"If I didn't before, I do now," Yoongi said, smiling as he reached forward to take Jimin's hand. "I'd be an idiot to pass up the opportunity to dance with the cutest boy in school."

"...I'm not-"

"Shall I swing by your house at around seven tomorrow?"

Internally sighing, Jimin gave a brief nod which earned him both a smile and a kiss to the cheek. "I'll see you then, baby."

Though it still slightly saddened him still to wave goodbye, it wasn't as difficult for Jimin, who had it in his mind already that he needed to prepare for tomorrow. For starters, the boy had to figure out what to wear - whether he wanted to go with one of the dozens of outfits Yoongi had enthusiastically helped him pick out on their recent "remodeling Jimin's wardrobe" shopping trip, or if he wanted to go with something a bit nicer and more formal for the occasion.

Secondly, Jimin had made an appointment at his local hair salon.

*

"Are suspenders too much? Be honest with me, Hobi."

"Why would they be too much? I think they'd look good."

Sitting back against the pillows on his bed, Yoongi crossed one arm over his stomach and sighed deeply. "I don't know..." He whispered into the phone. "I haven't worn them in a while, don't really know how I feel about them. I wanna look nice, ya know?"

"Yoongi, if you want fashion advice, I'm not really your guy," Hoseok laughed. He couldn't help but find his friend's distress in this situation amusing. "I think Jin would be a lot better for this kind of thing. Why don't you call him?"

"Last time I tried talking to him he seemed kinda troubled about something but wouldn't tell me what it is."

"Huh...yeah, I've kinda noticed that, too. Still, maybe he'd be up to helping you."

"I could try calling him again. Thanks, Hobi."

"Yup! I'll see ya tomorrow."

"Bye."

Feeling somewhat disappointed, Yoongi hung up on Hoseok, moments later bringing up Seokjin's contact but hesitating to call. After some time he made the decision to do so. Maybe he'll tell me what's going on with him lately.

"...Jin?"

"Hey, Yoongi, what's up?"

Well, he sounds normal. "I had a quick fashion question for you-"

"Fashion question?" Seokjin chuckled at his friend. "Sure, go for it."

"Suspenders or no?"