Mean To Be Yours || Jikook||

Third person's POV:

In the luxurious hotel room, chaos reigned as Jimin's friends rummaged through a pile of mismatched clothes, outdated wigs, and oversized glasses scattered across the plush bed. The lavish surroundings contrasted sharply with the ridiculous fashion choices piled high like a colorful mountain.

"Seriously, who even owns these clothes?" Hobi laughed, holding up a sequined top that sparkled wildly in the light. "

Are we dressing up Jimin or sending him to a disco from the ‘70s?"

"Both, if it helps scare Jungkook away!" Taehyung said, throwing a feather boa over Jimin's shoulders while he pretended to gag.

"I can’t believe I’m letting you guys do this to me!" he said, his arms crossed in a classic sassy pose.

"If I end up in a wedding with Jungkook because of this, I swear I’ll haunt you all!"

"Look at it this way," Jin said, holding up a hideous floral shirt.

"This will definitely make you less appealing. It’s like a 'do not approach' sign!" jimin twirled around to inspect the colorful shirt ,his almond eyes wide with a horror.

Taehyung laughed, tossing a bright red wig onto Jimin’s head, making him look even more ridiculous.

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They finally got Jimin ready. He stood in front of the mirror, he squinted at his reflection, his mouth dropping open in horror. "Oh my god! I look so ......ugly! What have you all done to my perfect face?" he screamed.

His friends burst into laughter, struggling to contain themselves as they watched his over-the-top reaction.

Hobi doubled over, tears in his eyes. "You look amazing, Jimin! Just… uniquely amazing!"

Jin stepped closer, trying to contain his laughter. "But that’s the whole point! You're supposed to be less appealing! You want to scare him off, remember?"

Jimin crossed his arms, giving them all a pointed look. "If this idea doesn’t work and Jungkook still wants to marry me, I’m going to kill every last one of you! You’ll be my first victims!"

"Don't worry, Jimin. This plan will surely work! No one can resist the sight of you looking like… well, this!" Hobi said smirking.

"Exactly! If he sees you like this, he’ll definitely reconsider marriage. You’ll be so unattractive that he’ll have no choice but to run for the hills!"

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Jimin entered the luxurious restaurant, he strutted in with a confidence that seemed to fill the room. His mismatched outfit and exaggerated glasses drew a few curious glances from the well-dressed patrons, but he held his head high, completely unfazed. If he was going to scare Jungkook off, he might as well do it in style.

He walked up to the hostess stand, his heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The hostess, raised an eyebrow as she took in Jimin's eclectic ensemble, her lips twitching in an attempt to suppress a smile.

"Welcome to ______," she began, her tone professional.

"How may I assist you today sir?"

Jimin leaned casually against the stand, batting his long lashes and giving her his best sassy grin.
"Could you check if there's a reservation under Jeon Jungkook's name?"

"Yes, we have a reservation for Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Please follow me to your table." She said trying to control his expression.

Jimin smirked, walking behind her with a strut. As they walked through the elegantly decorated dining area, he couldn't help but notice the way other guests turned their heads to gawk at him.