Chiaroscuro-Renjun

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Your pov

"Can you help me pick an outfit?" you asked the guy next to you. Since you can't see and Fiona isn't around, the only person that can help you pick would be none other than the him. You trust his fashion taste as well since he is an idol, right?

"Sure, do you feel like wearing any style today?" he stood up from the bed and walked over to your wardrobe, gently sliding the door to reveal your clothes. He was surprised that you actually have decent amount of nice clothes with a mix of skirts, dresses, jeans, shorts, crops, anything that you can name it from a girl's wardrobe. "You actually have a lot of clothes... do you know that?"

"Really? I didn't know though since i barely go out," you were confused. How did you have so many clothes? You try to remember the special occasions that you celebrated in the centre with Fiona. Something strike your mind and you laughed.

"I guess its Fiona, now i remembered that she always loves to have a younger sister and she would like to dress her up well, since she doesn't have, she probably gotten them when we celebrate festive and my birthday," you slowly get up from your bed and touch the wall, leading yourself to the wardrobe that is on the right side of your bed. Renjun quickly went over to your side and take your hand in his, bringing you over to the place he was at moments earlier.

You reached out to touch the clothes that hanged neatly and found the tags that are attached to each of the hanger. It contains braille so you roughly know what each of them are. You wanted to use your the other hand to touch the other tags but ended up flushing as you realised Renjun's hands are still holding tightly to yours. You lightly shake your left hand and teased him, "Renjun, my hand must be very soft and warm right? Can i claim it back now?"

Little did you know that he was using his other vacant hand to covered his wide open mouth when he heard your statement and quickly let go of your left hand.

"Oh gosh im sorry i-i, yea my bad," he ended up stuttering which caused you to chuckle at his foolishness before continuing to touch the braille.

"It's fine, by the way, i don't really have a preference, what do you think is nice for me today?" you still couldn't get your decisions even though you know what outfit you have.

You heard the footsteps getting louder which means he is closing the gap between both of you. "Something that matches my outfit, is it okay?"

You heard his low husky voice ringing right beside your ears and felt his warm breath fanning you.

Badump, badump, badump.

My heart is going crazy omg you need to stop, you internally slap yourself back to reality when you felt like your heart is popping out of your chest. You got to admit that he sounded so flirty but you just like it. You were speechless and you paused in your actions.

Speak something y/n, yes or no!

"Oh, uhm, yea, sure," you were busy consolidating your thoughts while trying to answer him and you ended up speaking in broken phrases. He giggled at your response and you felt so naked infront of him because you are not good at covering up your flusters and he sees through everything that is running in your mind.

He knows that you are embarrassed, he knows that you are flustering, he knows that you are falling. He knows everything.

You turned your head away to the other direction and acting as if nothing happened. He gently hold onto your shoulders and guided you to change positions with him, so that he is able to pick the right clothes to match his. You stood beside him and standing like a kid beside him, waiting for next instructions to be given.