EXO ONE-SHOTS

Falling for Mr. Big stuff (Kris oneshot)

by admin: YeoliePanda

"How do I look?"

"It's okay," he dejectedly said.

"Just okay?" I frowned. "Kris, I didn't pay you to come shopping with me just for 'its okay'."

"Well, it's the truth."

I glared at him, "This is the tenth dress and you have said that for every single one! Make yourself useful, would you?"

"I could. I really could but all of that," he said pointing at my backside, "Is making my job difficult."

I threw one of the dresses at him, "Shut up Mr.......shut up Kris!" That was close I almost let it slipped. Our workmates would have killed me. Mr. Big Stuff was the code name we had for Kris.

Phew! I wish!

Actually, I was the only one who called him that and only my two best friends, who didn't work at our office, knew that code name.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate Kris just hated how aware he was of the world revolving around him. He has a likeable personality, could be fun to be around if he wanted to be but for some reason he was no fun around me the way he was with our workmates. He successfully drove 99% of the female population of South Korea nuts. The remaining 1% included grannies, those who had never met him plus me.

He even managed to charm my besties, Aurora (Rory for short) and Naomi, who hated him from my stories until they met him by accident. By accident I mean we ran into him at the theatre on one of our many movie nights. Ever since then he had been pestering me for Aurora's cell number.

"It's called asset, something a guy like you should be familiar with. Now start working!"

"But how can it possibly be that big? Are you related to Nicki Minaj or something?" He annoyingly laughed.

"Pabo! My butt is not that huge. It's more similar to Beyounce's then Nicki."

"Ha you wish! Anyways, I see no difference there."

"Shut up Kris!" I commanded as one of my shoe collided with his head when he began laughing annoyingly.

"Ouch!"

"Yea and I still have the other one." Kris bend over, picked one of the metallic hangers and was about to throw it at me. I had to come up with an idea to save myself I couldn't risk getting any bruising. I had a party the next day and this cold hearted idiot would actually hit me and feel no remorse. "Hit me with that and you will never get hold of  Rory's number."

"Will you actually give me her number?"

"Plus an invite to Omi's birthday party too," I added when I realized the number only wouldn't do the trick.

"Omi? Seriously? I like Naomi better."

"Need I remind you that how I call my friends has nothing to do with you. Are you up for the offer or not?"

"Fine. Let's get started with shopping because I will need an outfit too," he joyfully said running towards the male section.

"But I still need help her. For goodness sakes, I'm paying you!"

"Keep your money! I was only in it for Rory by the way."

"Right, Mr. Big Stuff," I murmured, "And don't call her Rory, you are not her friend!" I angrily shouted.

I desperately needed a dress for that party.

Last Friday, Kris had seen me searching online for dresses and had offered to help me pick if I told him what the occasion was. Due to his pleasant fashion taste I told him; he then requested an invite in return of his services.