Fan Service [Yunho]

5

I finished eating and stood up to follow Yunho upstairs, only to feel his sweatpants start to slide down my hips. I grabbed at the waistband, but they hung so loose that even after tying them as tight as I could, they still wouldn't stay up. I ended up shuffling awkwardly after him, one hand gripping the fabric to keep it from falling completely.

"There's a wardrobe allowance too. Obviously," Yunho commented with a sympathetic smile when he saw me struggling to walk in his oversized clothes.

"Yunho," I sighed, stepping into the elevator beside him. "I can manage until I get paid. I have my own clothes upstairs. I even washed them in the tub last night so they're clean."

"In the tub?" he asked, genuinely curious, without a hint of judgment. It was refreshing. Back at school, whenever I mentioned handwashing my clothes, the other kids would laugh.

"Mhm," I nodded. "They should be dry by now. I hung them up last night."

"Don't you want something new?"

I hesitated, wondering if his concern had less to do with practicality and more with how my clothes looked. Maybe he was embarrassed for me. My wardrobe wasn't anything special—secondhand, worn thin, and patched up in places that didn't always match. Maybe he thought they looked bad and didn't want to be out with me dressed like that...

"You can buy me something new," I conceded reluctantly, though it was obvious I wasn't thrilled about it.

"I just want to make sure you have enough, Charlie," he said gently. "You'll need more than one outfit that fits you."

The elevator doors opened, and I almost tripped again as I stepped out, still clutching the pants.

"And I don't want you getting hurt trying to wear my stuff," he added in concern.

As much as I wanted to push back, I knew he was right. When we got back to his room, I went straight to the bathroom to change into my own clothes. But now I felt self-conscious about them in a way I hadn't before. Maybe it was the bleach stains, or the mismatched green thread on the seams that looked tacky. I caught myself frowning at the reflection in the mirror.

I decided to swap out the pants but kept Yunho's oversized shirt on. At least half of me wouldn't look so bad.

When I walked back into the room, Yunho glanced up with furrowed brows. "Where's your jacket? It's cold out."

"Not dry yet," I lied, not wanting to admit how insecure I felt about it now.

"Do you still have the one Dmitri gave you?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I left it in his car. I didn't realize it was mine to keep."

"It's okay," he said, rummaging through his suitcase. "Here, you can borrow one of mine."

He handed me an oversized blue hoodie, and I pulled it on over his shirt. It practically swallowed me whole but was warm and comfortable nonetheless.

"I'm just going to run to the restroom, then we can head out. Apple opens soon," he said casually.