small words || jeongcheol

30: a piece of your heart.

"Where to first?" Seungcheol asked.

"I don't even know," Jeonghan expressed, staring up at the array of shops inside the shopping centre.

"Do you have a favourite store-"

Seungcheol stopped talking as Jeonghan grabbed his wrist and started dragging him towards a store that had a pastel-themed display of clothing in the window.

"Let's go here," he suggested, pulling Seungcheol inside.

"It's very... pink," the nurse observed, glancing at a pastel pink range of over-sized t-shirts.

Jeonghan was holding up a t-shirt, squinting at Seungcheol. "What do you think of this?" he questioned.

"For you?"

"No, for you," he said, wrinkling his nose.

"I thought you're the one who needed new clothes," Seungcheol pointed out with a chuckle.

"Ay, you said you'd try some stuff on, too," Jeonghan said with out a pout.

"Okay, okay," Seungcheol agreed, not wanting to upset the boy. He took the shirt from Jeonghan. "I'll try this on. But look around some more, first."

"Okay," he agreed, heading off to look at the other clothes.

Seungcheol watched him with a smile. Jeonghan was suddenly in his element, looking almost content as he browsed the clothing. The nurse let him do his own thing and had a little look around himself. He was reaching out for a pair of blue jeans when his hand got slapped away.

"No more straight-leg jeans," Jeonghan tutted, his arms weighed down a little by the pile of clothes he had accumulated.

"I was just looking," Seungcheol said innocently. "Here, let me carry those for you. Are you ready to try on?"

"Uh... not yet," Jeonghan said, clearly stalling.

He pushed his hair behind his ear, avoiding Seungcheol's gaze. "What colours do you think would suit me?"

"Han-"

"Oh, that's cute!"

Seungcheol sighed and followed Jeonghan as he picked out more clothes.

"Jeonghan, we can't spend all day in here," he said, laying a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Okay, fine," Jeonghan said, looking towards the fitting rooms with a slight wince.

"It'll be okay," Seungcheol said gently. "Everything you picked out is really nice, so-"

"Doesn't mean it'll look good," Jeonghan grumbled, but set off towards the fitting rooms anyway.

Seungcheol found a room at the end that was empty, hanging up the clothes on the hooks inside. "Ready to try on?"

"You go first," said Jeonghan, pushing the pink t-shirt towards Seungcheol.

"Jeonghan," he began.

"I'll try on the clothes after!" he insisted.

"Okay, but don't go anywhere," Seungcheol told him.

"Of course," Jeonghan said, nodding. "Now try it on." He gave Seungcheol a light push, closing the curtain when the nurse stepped backwards.

Seungcheol looked at himself in the mirror of the small cubicle. Glancing at the t-shirt once more, he shrugged and pulled off his sweater and his shirt. He pulled on the pink shirt, expecting to cringe when he put it on, but he actually liked it.