The Bodyguard (An EXO Fanfiction)

Suspect Shopping (part 1.5)

Kris lead me to a store that was, in all honesty, far beyond my understanding in fashion. Everything in the store seemed like a super expensive version of Hip-Hop fashion.

"This is your favorite store?" I asked Kris as he started to browse.

"Yeah, this store is my style." He replied as he continued to look around.

"Oh..." I didn't know what to do, I didn't shop often.

"Hey! Come check this out." Kris said as he pulled out a shirt that looked similar to some shirts I'd seen him wear before. "It looks cool, right?"

He displayed the shirt to me, seeming somewhat excited about my reaction. If I were a fashion-forward individual, I would probably be far more interested in what he was showing me. But I purchased most of my clothing online, and if not I picked what ever looked good on a maniquene. I'm not quite fashionable... at all.

"Eh... it's alright." I replied, giving my best effort to sound interested.

Kris laughed and put the shirt back, "Don't sound so excited." He joked.

"Sorry." I replied, "I'm not that good at this."

"It's okay." He smiled, patting my head with a warm smile. He pointed to the right. "I'm going to go look over there, okay?"

"Okay, I'll be here." I replied, looking to the left where a maniquine was standing, positioned with a hand on one hip, boasting a shirt that caught my attention. "Now that's something I would buy." I said as I walked closer, circling the maniquine to get a better look at the shirt. It was a red plaid button-down with the words: 'off-white' on the back and a little design. Something about that shirt made it way better than every other shirt in the store, probably the fact that I could see myself kicking ass in it.

Kris seemed to notice my interest in the shirt, he walked over and said, "Do you like that shirt Aria?"

I was a bit surprised by his presence. "Yeah, it's cool."

He picked one off of the rack and handed it to me.

"Try it on." Kris said, smiling.

Kris and I went to a dressing room, Kris carrying far more clothes than me, that seemed almost like a modeling catwalk. Two dressing rooms stood side by side right atop a large platform. I entered the dressing room and put on the shirt. As soon as it was on I spun around a little in front of the small mirror in my dressing room and immediately fell in love with the shirt.

I head Kris's voice through the door, "Do you have the shirt on?"

"Yeah." I replied.

"Let me see."

"Why?"

"Just, come out."

Confused as to why he would care, I opened the dressing room door slowly to see Kris waiting for me, right in front of the door, wearing the same shirt as me.

I was froze for a moment, astonished by how amazing Kris seemed to look in everything. He could have made a three dollar shirt look like a million bucks and, for the first time in my like, I was seriously jealous of a guy.

"Do you like it?" Kris asked.

"Huh?"

"The shirt."

"Oh, yeah. I actualy really like it." I replied, looking down at the shirt, tugging at it nervously.

"Let's buy them!" Kris declared, pulling me in front of a mirror. "I've always wanted couple shirts."

I turned red when he mentioned that. I'd never imagined wearing couples shirts, or even having a boyfriend to wear them with.

While Kris turned back to the dressing room to get changed, I noticed the price tag hanging off of the sleeve of the shirt and my jaw dropped to the floor. It was by far one of the most expensive things I'd ever seen in my life!

"Kris, you can't buy this for me, it's way too expensive!" I said, quickly going into my dressing room to take off the garment before I lowered its quality with my poorness.

When I exited the dressing room, shirt in hand, Kris was already at the register, shirt still on, paying for them.

"I know what you're going to say and it's too late, I already paid for it."

"But I'll never be able to pay you back."

Kris slung his arm over my shoulder and laughed. "What kind of a boyfriend would make his girlfriend pay him back for something like this?"

'But our relationship is fake.' I thought.

The cashier smiled at the two of us, "Ah, young love at its finest." He said "You really are quite the gentlemen, Kris."

"What can I say?" Kris smiled. "I was born a chivalrous knight."

He turned to me, stunning me with his smile as he said, "We should wear the shirts together today."

"But what if someone sees us?"

Kris smirked at me, "Well, since it's such an expensive shirt, you should wear it as much as you can, right? Or do you want me to return it?"

"No, no, I'll wear it." I said quickly, heading back to the dressing room to put it on. Behind me I could hear Kris's laughter. That sort of sound was like music and as I changed, I wondered if a girl like me was worthy of even a fake relationship with Kris. But then I remembered that I was a badass and bad asses shouldn't worry about stuff like that. So I brushed off the thought and exited the dressing room.

"You look great!" Kris beamed, grabbing onto my hand. It seemed he could make my heart flutter with the simples words. He led me out of the store. "Let's go, there's so much I want to show you!"

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I've actually always wanted one of those shorts since I've seen Kris wearing them, but it's clearly not meant to be... They're both too cool and too expensive for me.

Haha, anyway, thanks for reading! Sorry I initially omitted this part, hope it clears everything up.