Haute Couture {dks ; fanfic} / ON HIATUS

02

"So.. how many did he purchased this time?" Ena nudged at her friend who's been quiet since that two customer left. Meri leaned at the counter and shot a look to Karen- her another best friend and cashier at the boutique. The three of them clicked since they've been introduced to each other at their very first day of work and now they were inseparable.

Busy summing up from her registry, Karen looked up and sighed. "None." And went back on what she's been doing.

Ena gasped. She couldn't believe that after that girl went in and out from the dressing room for an hour, she wasn't able to buy any clothes.

"Basically, nothing suits her." Meri responded earning furrowed eyebrows from Ena. "What do you mean none? She's beautiful. I'm pretty sure all those dresses suits her."

"Nah." Lourdes raised her point fingers and direct it towards the rack of clothes she took earlier. "Those are dresses from Milan designed by the one and only Clement Moreau. Known for creating clothes for itself and not for the people."

Ena became more confused. "What do you mean?"

"His clothes are meant to be appreciated as masterpieces and not for someone to just wear and strut. In simple term, for collection purposes only." Meri said matter-of-factly.

However her friend still wouldn't understand the logic. She couldn't understand why someone will spend thousands of bucks for it not to wear.

Meri just shrugged. "A cloth chooses the wearer too. Everything in this world should be mutual in order to work out."

A faint ka-ching sound was heard from Karen's registry, she locked their collections indicating she's done. "I think Mr. Do knew this will happened."

"I guess so." Meri huffed. "But hey, that means I have to air iron those clothes again!" Whining, Ena kicked her in the shin which made Meri cringe in pain. "Stop pretending, I know you're happy you little rat."

Indeed. Meri felt pleased when that girl walks out from the boutique with shame plastered on her face. She felt like she won a game.

A male husky voice soon joined the conversation. "Oooh someones not laying tonight!" He cheered in a suit same color as their uniform. He was in charge in men's section along with other salesman. Despite of being tall, Ena was able to reach and hit the back of his head. "Watch your mouth Chanyeol!"

"Ow! When will you stop hurting people!" He grimaced.

"Maybe if you stop butting in girls' talk." She crosses her arms and Chanyeol made a face at her. Ena rolled her eyes and turned to her friend. "Anyway, stop dreaming Meri. The next day or another, he'll bring different girls and it's not like you can always outsmart them."

Meri frowned. "What's wrong from adoring a man?"

Karen banged her palm on the marble counter making the three people startled, especially Chanyeol. "No. Theres nothing wrong in adoring a man if he's a decent a guy. But we're talking about Do Kyungsoo, people know how mischievous and playboy this guy is."

She knew Karen was right. Do Kyungsoo does meet different girls every weekend in Viveur making sure to buy them clothes to impress them before heading out to God knows where.

But still, Meri thinks it's harmless to have a crush on him. It's not like she imagined being one of those girls. Well yeah sometimes she's jealous, but she knew those girls will be dump in a day or two. 

"Buying chicks through clothes, well played." Chanyeol chuckled.

Ena glared. "Wae? Are you going to copy him?"

"I would. If I only have the cash." He pouted. Ena shook her head. But then an idea came which made him grin. "I'll buy you with thrift clothes though."

She scoffed. "Ya! I'm not that cheap!" Ena was about hit him again but he dodges this time. "Too late I'm your boyfriend now." Sticking his tongue at her.

"Aish. You two love birds leave me alone." Meri said in a loud tone.

The couple, including Karen stared at her. "Aren't you heading home?" Chanyeol asked.

"I'll just have to plot things for Mr. Do's next chicks." She said jokingly earning groans from her friends. 

"Unbelievable." Ena and Karen said in unison.