Fan Service [Yunho]

6

After buying me a pair of shoes and phone, Yunho insisted that we stop in the mall to get more clothes. I browsed the racks and selected a few basics...things that seemed comfortable and wearable daily.

Yunho also added a few things that he thought I needed into the growing pile, including a thick winter coat, pajamas that were fancier than my old fancy clothes, and a knit hat. I tried to protest, but he gave me a look that silenced any argument before it started. By the time we finished, the store was close to shutting down for the night, and we had a stack of bags growing around the counter.

Yunho grabbed all of them before I even had a chance to help, hoisting them up effortlessly. I tried to take at least one, but he shook his head, grinning as if the weight was nothing to him.

"Thanks for all of this, Yunho," I said, feeling a bit awkward as we stood near the exit waiting for Dmitri to pick us up. I shifted from foot to foot, not quite sure what to do with myself since he'd taken all of the items to hold, and I'd never had so much money spent on me before. "I really appreciate it."

He flashed me a teasing smile, his eyes crinkling as he pulled off his mask. "Thanks for letting me buy it for you without complaining."

"Yunho!" I gasped. "You might be seen! Put the mask back on," I fretted.

"I told you, I'm not that recognizable," he chuckled, waving it off. "I just didn't want to get sick."

I frowned. "You should've told me that was why. I would've worn one too."

"Why?" he asked, not looking up as he texted Dmitri to see what was taking so long.

"What if I caught something and end up giving it to you?" I fretted, suddenly feeling guilty for not having considered his health earlier. The last thing I wanted was for him to get sick because of me. Oh gosh...what if the entire group got sick!

Yunho just shrugged. "It'll be fine."

"Yunho," I said, rolling my eyes. He could be so casual about these things, but I took it seriously. I would've gladly worn a mask if I'd known.

"Charlie," he smirked, clearly amused by my worrying.

Just as I was about to argue back, something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was a beautiful gown displayed in the window of the store we were just in. It was stunning, the kind of dress that didn't just hang in your closet but demanded a purpose to be worn. It was cream-colored, with intricate beading that shimmered under the mall's overhead lights. The fabric looked like it would float when you walked, the skirt shimmering in a way that felt almost dreamlike.

For a moment, I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, imagining how it would feel to slip into something so beautiful. It wasn't the kind of thing I'd normally let myself even consider. But it was hard to ignore how perfect it was.

"You like it, don't you?" Yunho's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I blinked, tearing my gaze away from the dress and shaking my head. "No, I just..."