Happy Valentine's day madude s
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North was awoken by the sound of his phone. Groggily, he took it, and was about to end it until he saw who it was.
"Annyeonghaseyo," Came Martial's voice. North subconsciously sighed. "Why are you calling?"
"'La lang," North sighed again from that answer. "You're calling me for no reason at all?"
"Well.. I did call you to ask something. What kind of color would you wear for tomorrow?"
His nonchalant voice made the question a lot more weird for the Korean, as he snickered from it. "Why would you ask that?"
"Cause we're buddies," North had to chortle from that response. It's been a while to feel a smile plastered on his face.
"You're delusional," He whispered under his breath. "And you're getting better at insulting. A great way to learn English."
"How else can I learn English?" Martial audibly chuckled from the other side of the line. "Okay, but really, what color would you go for?"
North leaned back from his chair and stared at the slightly wretched closet, filled with uniforms he's earned and.. nothing else. Well he has that gift of clothes from other countries, but he's practically used them as rags or let moths devour it.
"... do you even have clothes other than uniforms and white shirts?"
"개새," [bitch] North didn't really direct that at Martial, rather at himself. Sometimes he resents himself for having this little, and he can't even bother to look at least a little more happy..
He snapped from his gloating once hearing Martial snort. "That's alright, I can work with white-"
"No no, I... I'm going to wear.." What color should he answer? He doesn't have a favorite color.
North then eventually thought of red, a color that reminds him of Martial for a reason he still doesn't know. He hasn't noticed how the color itself rose in his cheeks. "Red."
"Oh? Red?"
North grunted and looked out the window to look for a building he could buy from, yet instead, got his eyes lost by the silence of the city. It hurt his pride a little more, the eerie absence of Pyongyang being vastly different than cities from every other country.
His lips curved in distaste and made him quickly close the curtains back. He just needs to get it over with.
"North..?"
"What?" The Korean didn't mean to sound annoyed, and he's embarrassed by the sudden tone, yet he can't take that back anymore.
"..Just a reminder that I'm coming there tomorrow," Still, Martial sounds unbothered. "You better be ready~"
What came after that was a childish giggle that caught North smiling again, and by that point, he's forgotten about his previous resentments and focused on Martial.
"You still don't tell me why you're visiting," North huffed. "Ehhh, you'll see."
"Don't forget to wear red tomorrow at my arrival," North opened his drawers and grabbed the most of his small allowance and didn't bother wearing his plain jackets.
"Bye," North deviously smiled while ending the call. God, talking to Martial somehow always uplifts his mood.
Okay, he needed to concentrate to.. Buy... Some new clothes...
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He ended up buying a cherry red suit, designed with roses around its sleeves. It might've looked too romantic but that was the only good/professional-looking red cloth he's seen. Hurrying back to his office, he got a call from Martial- Philip?
