Friends With Benefits

4: "Something Else"

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"You are well aware that it's a party we're going to, right?"

Jinyoung hears the blonde, who is leaning on his drawer, with his arms crossed and looking at him with those criticizing eyes.

They are both inside his room, and Jinyoung just got out of the bathroom after changing into something he hopes is better at least in Mark's eyes for the third time. Never did Jinyoung bother himself in choosing something to wear whenever he needs to go somewhere. He usually doesn't pay mind to his way of dressing. He dresses for comfort not for style, and so far, he didn't have any problem.

Only now.

"And what is wrong with my clothes now?" He decided to ask, while he scans himself in front of his mirror.

Jinyoung decided to wear a checkered flannel, which he paired with his brown pants. He knows his wardrobe is not one with grand and flashy clothes, but he is pretty sure his owned ones are decent.

Giving him a deadpan look, Mark answered. "Oh, nothing. That is, if you're okay with the fact that you won't have a single chance to hit on Jaebum if you come to the bar looking like an old man who just got a retirement plan."

Without sparing him another glance, Mark walks towards his cabinet and searched for clothes himself. Jinyoung is too tired to stop him. Actually, he's too tired to do anything. He just wants to leave and head to the bar where his friends are probably waiting. If not for Jackson who will more likely hold grudge on him if he doesn't show up, Jinyoung would rather stay at their apartment and sleep.

"I don't want to stress myself out with how I should and should not dress, Mark." He tried to reason out but it all fell on deaf ears as he watched Mark busy himself with rummaging through his wardrobe. "I'm sure there's something far more better here..." he heard Mark say.

It was a minute after when Mark turned to face him, holding out a dark blue patterned long sleeved shirt which is still on a hanger. "Now this will do!" Mark is smiling. "Didn't know you have this kind of shirt."

Jinyoung also stared at the shirt Mark is holding and recalled how he got that. "It's a gift from a friend." And that friend is Bambam. That ex-roommate of his tried for the first few months to educate him about fashion, but eventually failed. That shirt was the first and last shirt he received from the younger. Bambam already gave up and let him live as the old man that he is.

Mark walked towards him and handed him the shirt. "Well, it's about time to wear it." Tapping on his shoulder, the blonde gestured for him to walk back inside the bathroom.

Heaving out a sigh, Jinyoung's shoulder went down. "Do I really need to, Mark?"

And Mark, who is seemingly fed up with all his complaints, gave him a dismissing look before fishing out his phone from his pocket. Jinyoung stood there, right at the bathroom's door, watching Mark browse through something in his phone.

A few seconds later, Mark has his phone in front of Jinyoung's face. And now, Jinyoung is seeing an sns account of some guy, who is dressed in a casual white tee, and ripped jeans sporting a cool boy grin.

"Gu Chan-woo." Mark said. "Twenty two years old, captain of NU's soccer team." . . . .ooookay. But why is Mark telling him this? "Him and Jaebum dated, some time during freshmen year.