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32

"What should I wear? Ugh, this is so annoying!" Yongbok free-falled to his bed, grumbling as he threw the clothes he was just holding seconds ago in the air. The dissatisfaction of his previous combination was killing him.

As someone who has never been to a club, he had no slightest idea what to wear, to be honest. Not to mention the type of clothing he's into. Yongbok was not a fashionable guy and his closet is solely filled with sweater, simple shorts, pants, polos, things like that.

Nothing in there are elegant enough to be considered as a club outfit.

He can't believe that choosing clothes would be this stressful. Should he just give up and not come, coming up with a lie like he's feeling unwell or something?

"Oh, come on, Yongbok! You're not that kind of guy!" He scolded himself.

But Hyunjin hyung will probably do something like this with no sweat.

Yongbok smirked, catching his mind drifting to one person again for the nth time this day. Like, doesn't he get tired thinking about him for million times?

Of course, the answer is never. Everything he does, he think about nothing but Hyunjin in mind. He will never get enough of the landlord.

However, going back to the main problem. What about the clothes to wear, Yongbok?

"Aish, this shouldn't be so hard. Why am I so worked up about what to wear? It's just a simple celebration. And it's not like I'd flaunt myself in there." Although with that thought, he still couldn't help but sigh and be frustrated.

Should I sort some help? But with whom?

Can I....ask hyung?

Should I?

After a few contemplations and reconsideration, Yongbok stood up from his bed, grimacing by the sight of his clothes strewn and scattered messily on the floor but he's lazy to fix it for now. There's still one important matter to fix first.

Waddling all the way to Hyunjin's room, he raised his fist and soon, he created a three soft knocks on the wooden door.

"Hyung? Are you busy?"

"What the fuck do you want?" He hasn't said anything yet and Hyunjin is already snarling. Typical Hyunjin.

"Your help." The young male was shy to answer.

"Help for what?"

"For umm....can you come out first?"

"What the fuck? This better be good or I'll throw your ass outta the window." A muffled footsteps happened afterwards then the door was pulled open, but only a few inches enough for Hyunjin's face to be seen. "What now?"

"Well uh....can you help me....style myself?" Yongbok's fingers tapping together.

Hyunjin squinted his eyes. "Help you what???"

"Uh... I'm having a hard time choosing an outfit to wear for later. I thought maybe you could lend me a hand and...like I said...style me up?" His voice was hoping and expecting, inch close to desperation.

Hyunjin simply deadpanned. "Do I look like some fashion expert to you?"

"No, but–"

"Just wear whatever the fuck you want. Unless you're up to flirting someone in there that's why you–"

"NO NO NO NO! JESUS, NO. That's not my intention." Yongbok was mortified with the idea. No way he'd think of wanting to flirt other people. The only person he'd rather flirt with is none other than the person standing in front of him.