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“Now,” Jimin asked when he could finally breathe again. They had stopped in front of a mall as Sana had stepped to bring some coffee. “Now what?”
Hoseok hadn’t spoken a word about whetherJimin’s butt-slapping performance, which he’d somehow transmitted to their superiors, had passed squad scrutiny. This was Jimin’s not so subtle attempt to know whether he was ready for their real mission or he about to be booked for sexual harrassment.
Sana was back, swirling her iced mocha, with caramel swirl, in one hand while she was looking at her phone with her other. “It’s time.” She spoke up and Momo started applying lip gloss to her already shiny and plumped lips.
“Time for what?” Jimin asked, keeping his voice low. They were in front of the mall, and who knew what kind of bizarre and weird enemy could lurk around any corner.
Yeah, right.
Hoseok took a sip of his fresh americano as he gave Jimin a look. “Come on.”
Jimin followed the rest of the cheerleaders out of the car.
“Time for what, Hobi Hyung?”
Hoseok’s eyes flitted to the side and Jimin had suspicion that he was checking their surroundings.
“Time to work.” He said, like that wasn’t vague.
“Work.” Jimin parroted as he tried to follow the power walking cheerleaders. They had already reached the ground floor food court.
“Babe, walk fast.” Sana suddenly came to hold Jimin’s elbow, literally dragging him along.
Babe?
“Your boyfriend’s a slowpoke.” Momo ominously told Sana and all Jimin could do was gape at the pair of girls.
It was the look in Hoseok’s eye that made Jimin think twice before reacting. He and Momo were honestly mirroring whatever energy Sana was trying to give off with Jimin. It was when they were in front of a lingerie store that Jimin decided to put his foot down.
“Victoria Secret.” Jimin asked dryly. “Really?”
“Shop for underwear with our girlfriends now and ask questions later.” Hoseok had a serene smile.
“Blink once if there’s a purpose to all this.”
Instead of another look, Hoseok, Sana and Momo all blinked once in sync.
“Okay then.” Jimin said. “Underwear shopping, lucky me.”
Five minutes later, Jimin couldn’t even let out a sarcastic yay. There are certain things that should never be stuck onto underclothes. The list (and believe Jimin on this one that it's extensive) includes, and was not limited to; bows, chains, rhinestones, ribbons, ruffles, feathers and anything that spelled out the words kiss me. Call Jimin old-fashioned, but liked his and his partner’s underpants plain and simple. And sometimes he called them underpants but that’s beside the point.
Jimin’s hands were full of offending articles as he trudged around following Sana. As soon as he was back at the Square, he was going to possibly kill her.
“Cheer up, Jiminie.” Sana sang and the double meaning was not lost on Jimin.
They were finally in front of the changing room and Jimin watched horrified as Sana dragged him inside one along with her. What the hell? And why was nobody saying anything?
“Which one should I try first?” Sana asked him innocently.
“No.” Jimin couldn’t help himself. “I am not losing my eye-girl virginity for this.”
“Eye-girl virginity?” Sana looked puzzled for a second before she let out one of those cheerleader laughs. “Oh my god, have you never done anything with a girl?”
Jimin looked up at the ceiling, hoping the ground would open and swallow him up. He really didn’t want to discuss something like this here. But of course Sana didn’t stop asking.
“I have kissed a girl and that’s it.” Jimin begrudgingly admitted.
“Oooooh.” Sana had her eyes wide open. “Who was she?”
This time instead of answering, Jimin simply opted to stare at the girl, his eyes screaming murder. Fortunately she understood this time.
A few minutes later, heaps of underwear were lying beside Jimin as his back was facing Sana who he’d like to think was doing ballet and not trying different bralettes.
“Did you find one you like?” Sana asked. This was the third time she had repeated the question and Jimin had figured out that it was a code for something. He couldn’t figure out just what he was supposed to do so now he was simply feeling the fabric of the garments and actually contemplating which one felt nicer.
This really was a low for him.
“Found anything yet?” Sana once again asked.
“A dead body.”
“You’re the dead body.” Apparently Sana can flirt-flirt.
Just then Jimin picked up a sports bra which had a jiggly texture somehow. He tried not to feel weird as he inspected the garment wondering just exactly what fabric it was. Against his better judgment, the thing was really soft to touch.
“What’s this?” Jimin asked and fortunately for him a fully dressed Sana came to stand beside him inspecting his find.
“That’s a gel bra.” Somehow she looked interested in it.
Jimin ran his hand on the inside of the cup when suddenly his fingers hit something small yet hard inside the fabric. He prodded further at the uneven bump and as if like magic, the fabric parted and out came a tiny and round disk, no bigger than a nickel.