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09

Minho stood facing his closet with his hands in his hair, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes. His closet doors were wide open, revealing a surprisingly well-organised arrangement of clothing, with a few pieces strewn here and there on the carpet floor. The stray clothing, however, were the least of his worries at the moment. In fact, Minho had a slight problem:

He didn't know what to wear to the fansign.

Usually, this wouldn't have been a big deal at all. Whenever he had somewhere to go, he would've just thrown on the first t-shirt and jeans he saw, and call it a day. But this is Stray Kids we're talking about, or more specifically, Hwang Hyunjin. There was no way he was showing up like that in front of his idol. 

Minho had never been one to take an interest in fashion, nor did he care much about his appearance, so it wouldn't have been a surprise if he needed to call his best friend to help him out. 

Which is exactly what he did. 

Jisung, on the other hand, had studied fashion and textiles all throughout high school and university, so Minho hadn't hesitated to dial his contact when he realised he would be standing there for hours if he was on his own.

Apparently Jisung had found the entire situation extremely amusing, because the first thing he did after swinging open the door of Minho's apartment and realising the state that Minho was in, was fall to the floor in a fit of laughter. 

Minho stood in the doorway of his room, glaring at his best friend who was now clutching his stomach in the middle of the hallway. "Yah! What's so funny, huh?"

Jisung sat up slightly, still silently snickering. "You can't even pick out an outfit for yourself," he managed to say in between laughs. "That's supposed to be basic knowledge, you idiot."

"Yah, Han Jisung!" Minho glared even harder. "I'm not the one that got a degree in fashion and design! And can't you see I'm in an urgent situation right now?" He sighed.

"Okay, okay, fine. What do you want me to do? I didn't come here this early to do nothing." Jisung stood up, brushed off his clothes, and placed his hands on his hips expectantly. 

"Uh- come here," Minho said, gesturing for Jisung to follow him to his room. "What can you do with these?" He pointed at his closet.

"Well..." Jisung paused.

 "I can try, but I can't guarantee anything with your poor clothing choices," he teased, earning a slap from Minho.

After quite a bit of Jisung digging in Minhos closet for 'pieces that actually go together' and Minho arguing that it wasn't his fault he had lower standards, Jisung managed to emerge from the closet holding three items of clothing in his hand triumphantly. He dramatically wiped an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead and said, "Seriously, Minho, I'm never going to let you go shopping for clothes by yourself again. Your closet is literally painful to look at, I'm not even kidding." 

Minho found it increasingly hard to hold back the urge to slap the innocent look off his best friend's face.

"Well, can I see the outfit, at least?" he grumbled. Jisung passed him the bundle of clothes. "Go and put it on," he instructed Minho, watching him stand up and enter the bathroom.

When he finally walked out, Minho stood in front of the full-length mirror leaning against the wall and inspected his outfit. It consisted of a oversized black printed tee layered on top of a white oversized t-shirt, and black cargo pants. 

"It was the best thing I could come up with from the choices I had," Jisung said.

Minho shrugged. "I guess it's good enough. Probably better than if I had tried," he admitted, glancing at his alarm clock situated next to his bed. His face quickly contorted into one of panic.