His Warm Hands

XIII

Wow, three chapters in less then a week? Looks like the world is gonna end 🤪 hehe

PoV: Jimin
It was weird seeing Nine this curious and more talkative than usual, all because of a friend.
I want to help him meeting that guy again, but what annoys me is Hoseok Hyung.
I know we can't change what happened, but what he did just ruined everything. Because of him Nine will have to leave in less than a month..

"..Jimin?" Nine asks quietly as he enters the living room.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Uhm.. When we go outside.. - Clothes.."

"Sorry?" I ask, walking up to him.

"Clothes.. What clothes??"

It sounds more like he's talking to himself.

" 'What clothes' ? Are you wondering what to wear??"

He nods approving.

"Aww, are you really worrying about that? It's not important, you know?" I chuckle.

I seemed to hurt him after saying that, as he makes a sad expression and looks down.

Dammit why do I always have to make him upset.

"D-Don't be like that. We will find something nice for you!" I say more motivated.

"It's bothersome, isn't it...?"

"No it's not! I'd love to help you. I could lend you some of my fancier clothes if you want to!'

"Oh, No, that's not it.. uhm, I don't need any more clothes.. It's about combination..?" Nine explains uncertain.

"You don't know how to combine your clothes?"

He shakes his head.
"I don't think so.. Could you..? U-Unless it's too much of a pain."

"Oh my, No need to be so embarrassed about it. Let's go take a look" I say with a smile as I go to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, It's just.. On the television the people are always talking about fashion and how important it is.."

"Don't let yourself get influenced by that, Nine. You'll find your own interests, and if it's not fashion then it's totally fine." I answer.

"Is that so?.. Okay, b-but I feel like.. on a special day.. On a special one, like this. I will see Twelve again. That is special, right? I thought I shouldn't look the way I do now.. Sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about" He mutters overwhelmed with himself.

"I completely get your point, don't worry" I chuckle, opening the little drawer, in which his clothes are stored.
It's really not a big space, because he only has like 14 tops (4 of them are mine), and 7-9 pair of pants (2 of them are mine too).

"Okay, let's see... What do you wanna go for? Something casual? More classy? Both?" I ask him.

His answer is a cofused face.

"I don't really understand the meaning.."

"I-It's alright, uhmm.. Let's just choose casual. We're going to a coffee shop, so dressing up too much, would look weird." I suggest.

"Okay."

I continue and spent a whole while trying to explain fashion to him, what's when and where appropriate and what's not. He nod all the time and listened well, but I'm petty sure he didn't get what the hell I was talking about. That is fine. It really is. Fashion has no rules and it's overrated after all. Brands shouldn't matter. Gender roles shouldn't matter. There's no way to 'explain' fashion.