WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

✃5✁

It's just a hangout. Pick a freaking shirt, Soobin thinks as he looks over the pile of clothes on his bed.

He then glances over at his alarm clock on the bedside table and sees it turn to (7:30pm). Soobin freezes.

I have thirty freaking minutes?

Soobin looks down at himself, still wearing a black bathrobe and groans. He walks over to his desk and  plugs in the hair straightener resting on it.

Soobin's hair already air dried to its usual dark waves. Should I put a part in my hair? Forehead time? Fudge, Soobin. You're a mess.

Soobin turns back to his bed to look at the clothes again while the tool heats up.

I can't do this.

Soobin takes his phone out and calls Yeonjun for some assistance. He picks up on the first ring.

"Bin."

"Jun, what are you wearing?"

"Khakis."

Soobin sighs and drags his hand over his face. "I'm serious. I've been trying to figure out what to wear."

Yeonjun laughs over the phone, "Don't worry about a top- wear your black ripped skinny jeans."

Soobin's brows pinch together, "Uh, okay." He moves the pile around with his unoccupied hand. "I'm gonna set you on speaker. Be nice, my dad could hear."

Yeonjun chuckles over the phone while Soobin puts him on speaker. Soobin rummages through the pile while Yeonjun hums an unknown tune.

"T-The knee rip ones?" Soobin asks, pulling a pair of jeans from the pile, studying them.

"No. The ones with the rips on the upper thighs."

"Um, Okay."

Soobin tosses the jeans aside and continues rummaging through the items, "But isn't a cute shirt most important?" Soobin asks, finding the correct jeans, tossing them away from the pile.

"I guess."

Soobin groans, "Yeonjun, you're not very helpful."

"Wear my hoodie."

Soobin raises his brow. "But, you said not to?"

"Just not the sweatpants. Is my hoodie not comfortable?"

Soobin smiles, "Of course, it smells like you too."

"Is that so?"

Soobin can hear Yeonjun's smirk over the phone. Soobin laughs and starts moving the pile of clothes from his bed to the closest located on the opposite of the room. I'll fold it again tomorrow... or next week... it's okay. It won't run away, Soobin concludes while stuffing the clothes in it.

He then places the ripped jeans on the bed beside Yeonjun's hoodie. Soobin picks up his cellphone and walks over to his desk and sits down. He turns his lamp on and adjusts the mirror before grabbing the heated tool.

"Can I FaceTime you?" Yeonjun asks suddenly.

Soobin rolls his eyes, "Shouldn't you be getting ready? I don't care how your house looks with your friends but I better not see a messy kitchen or anything like that."

"You're probably the laziest person I know when it comes to organizing."

Soobin gasps, "So? I don't make it obvious. My room always looks spotless as long as you don't look in my closet or under the bed. It's an organized mess. Unlike you." Soobin begins to tame his hair, creating a kind of heart shape in his fringe to reveal some forehead.