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"Sunwoo, what the fuck do I wear?" SengChanh exclaimed, tossing clothes out of her closet in a frenzy and accidentally smacking Sunwoo in the face with a stray shirt.
"Okay, well, I was going to help you, but you hit me in the face, so now I don't feel like it," he replied, dramatically falling backward onto her bed and staring up at the ceiling, arms crossed behind his head.
SengChanh turned around and rolled her eyes, though she couldn't suppress a smile. "Oopsies whoopsies."
Sunwoo shot her a mock-serious look. "You'll look great in anything. Just throw on something comfortable?"
"Easier said than done." she shot back, continuing to rummage through her clothes. "I need a little more direction here, Kim Sunwoo. You aren't helping"
"Alright, fine," he said, sitting up. "How about this—" He tossed the shirt she had hit him with back at her. "Pair it with your white shorts and whatever shoes match." He settled back into his previous position, looking satisfied with his lazy recommendation.
SengChanh sighed but couldn't help but laugh. "You're the worst stylist ever." However, she held up the shirt, considering his suggestion. "But maybe you're onto something."
SengChanh slipped into the shirt and white shorts, checking herself in the mirror. "Okay, not bad," she admitted, twirling slightly to see how the outfit flowed. "Okay, this outfit it is, Now come on, let's go!"
The two hurried out of the house, but just as Sunwoo had his hand on the car door, SengChanh tugged at his shirt. "Nuh-uh, you're not going anywhere. Take a photo of me first!"
Sunwoo rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Seriously? You really can't just let this go, can you?" He stepped back, reluctantly snatching the phone from her hand. "Fine, but just one shot."
"Make it good!" she insisted, striking a pose with exaggerated flair.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, holding the phone up and framing the shot. "Ready? Smile."
SengChanh beamed, her excitement palpable. "You better not mess this up!"
"Don't blame me if you don't like it," he replied, snapping a few quick pictures. After a moment, he turned the phone around to show her the shots. "There. Happy now?"
"Okay, maybe I can trust you a little," she said, taking her phone back.
"Seriously, can we just go already?" Sunwoo huffed, running a hand through his hair. "The longer you take, the later we'll be."
SengChanh laughed, but his annoyance only made her more determined. "No going back now, im not leaving till i challenge drunk haechan in a battle"
