𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 | Seongjoong/Ateez ff

Chapter TwentyEight

Seonghwa clocked in right on time.

After his morning with Hongjoong he was pratically beaming with happiness while he got the place ready to be opened, and was quite surprised when, as soon as he turned the sign from closed to open, Mingi showed up from behind the glass door, smiling as he pushed it open and greeted Seonghwa.

"You look happy. I guess it went well yesterday with Hongjoong, huh?" He said taking a seat at one of the tables, Seonghwa joining him right after with a soft pink dusting his cheeks and a smile on his face.

"It did," He answered earning a pleased hum from Mingi. "But I feel like it went alright for you and Yunho too, am I wrong?" And he proudly smiled when this time it was Mingi's turn to blush. It was kind of the first time Seonghwa had ever seen the younger not troubled ith something and he found that he liked him much more when he was happy. Maybe he had kind of developed some kind of protective istinct towards him - motherly istinct as Wooyoung always used to call it.

The morning was fairly calm, and they could easily talk to each other without Seonghwa overly worrying over customers in the meantime. Seonghwa told Mingi everything that had happened with Hongjoong, and Mingi told Seonghwa everything that hd happened with Yunho. After just a little over an hour - speak of the devil - Yunho appeared behind the glass door, and Seonghwa found that he loved his job way more when his friends were here keeping him company.

Mingi and Yunho left after a while, and as soon as Seonghwa clocked out he quickly made his way back home, ate something, and started pondering over what he could wear tonight. At 06:30pm, freshly showered, with his hair damp and just his boxers on his body, Seonghwa was pacing in front of his closet and he had absolutely no idea on what would look best.

In a mild state of panic he managed to grab a hold of his phone and quickly dialed the number of the only person he knew could help him in this situation; And who would that be if not Jung Wooyoung himself. It took only fifteen minutes for Wooyoung to reach his house and before Seonghwa knew it he was yanking the younger inside by the arm, closing the door behind him.

"Ok so, if I understood correctly Hongjoong invited you to watch their performance and you want to look hot." Wooyoung said as soon as he sat down of Seonghwa's bed, dropping his bag beside it.

"Well," Seonghwa slightly forrowed his eyebrows, glaring at his closet. "It's not like I want to look hot. I just want to look good," He waved his hands in the air towards the dresser, as if to accentuate his point, and then looked back at Wooyoung. "Can you help me?"

"Of course I can," Wooyoung said standing up and walking to stand in front of the closet beside Seonghwa, a hand resting on his chin as he scanned the contents of it. As he fumbled with the clothes inside he looked back at the older before speaking, "I know I already saw you wear them more than once but just to make sure, you're comfortable wearing skirts right?" Seonghwa nodded, and Wooyoung was back rummaging through his closet until he took out a black, high waisted, black skirt, one that reached just above Seonghwa's knees, and some legwarmers of the same color that hugged his knees tight before billowing out towards his calves and ankles.

"You still have that shirt you wore at your birthday a few years ago right? The sheer one?" Seonghwa knew exactly which shirt Wooyoung was talking about. It was a long, loose, long sleeved black t-shirt. Its fabric was thin and see through, and it left little to nothing to the imagination. Now, technically speaking, Seonghwa felt like it was a little too much combined with the skirt and legwarmers, but Wooyoung had always known his fair share in fashion, and Seonghwa trusted him blindly. He was just so grateful Wooyoung had agreed to help him even when they had still to make their friendship go back to normal. So with a mumbled affirmative, Seonghwa left his bedroom to go and look for the shirt that he found just a few minutes later in one of the boxes in which he kept the clothes he didn't normally wear.