Fitting Room Number Three

Final

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Since Jisoo had promised Jeonghan to go shopping together if both of them got a day off, there he was, following his boyfriend around with a superfluous amount of (crazily expensive) vibrant-colored clothes in his arms. Jeonghan took this and that. Some from here and there. And... Jisoo even lost count of it. Jeonghan chose too many clothes he wondered if the slightly older boy could possibly try them all on. Seriously. Even he himself had not yet gotten the chance to shop for his own clothes, but it did not matter; as long as Jeonghan was happy.

Patience, Jisoo, patience. That's all you need... And you don't want to see him all pouty and teary, right? Although, it's cute actually... Jisoo reminded himself as he let a large intake of breath go into his nose and then blew it out through his mouth. He was sitting on the waiting couch across the fitting room when Jeonghan, out of a sudden, pulled the dark blue curtain open.

"Mm, Jisoo-ya, can you help me?"

"Sure. What's it, Hanie?"

"Come inside here first."

Slightly hesitant at first, Jisoo nodded his head while mouthing a soft "okay". And he joined his lover inside the fitting room.

"Here, please help me hold these. There aren't enough wall hangers here."

Okay. So Jeonghan just asked him to be his personal human hanger? The super idol Hong Jisoo of Seventeen had been reduced to a mere hanger. He went silent but then smiled when his boyfriend started to put on an adorable pleading expression. He would never be able to resist that.

"...Alright."

Jisoo stared at Jeonghan slowly pulling his t-shirt off his body. The fabric slid up his torso and over his skinny arms. Then his eyes wandered down his now shirtless body, admiring his fair skin. Lower and lower until they stopped at his slender waist. His eyes lingered there longer than necessary. Jeonghan then turned around so that his back was now facing the other man.

Jisoo could not help but feel as if he was checking Jeonghan out. And it was true, totally, he admitted in his mind. Well, at least he was relieved that Jeonghan was his own boyfriend and not someone else's, so he could stare at him for as long as he wanted.

He kept looking at Jeonghan's bottom while the latter was bending down choosing the next clothes he wanted to try on. His skin-tight jeans really made everything perfect; they hugged his slim waist and legs rather tightly. And oh, how he wanted to tap that sweet ass very bad! Also have his sexual way with him, perhaps? Right there, inside the fitting room. He started to think that it might be a good idea.

Smirking, he peeked outside the fitting room, poking his head out from between the curtain, and checked whether or not there were people waiting to use the room. Lady Luck was on his side. There was no one. And the shop assistants were quite distant from them; they would not be able to hear any strange noises coming from the fitting room—that was if Jeonghan did not scream.

He was not so sure of that, though.

"Actually, Hanie..." He looked back at Jeonghan, who was now in the process of wearing a checkered shirt. "Why don't you just put these clothes down here?" He carefully placed the armload of clothes at the wooden tiles, on the corner of the room. "There is enough space for them, see?"

Jeonghan saw what Jisoo did from his reflection in the mirror. Usually, he would have shrieked madly at anyone who got enough nerve to put his designer clothes on the floor. But today seemed different; perhaps he had expected something to happen, too. Instead, he hummed nonchalantly as his response after looking at the pile of clothes his boyfriend had just made.