c h a p t e r 26

"I literally know nothing about fashion, let alone men's fashion."

"Just get in." Hyunjin not so gently pushed me inside the front seat of the beautiful Mercedes, slamming the door shut before I could protest.

It seems that they needed- if I may quote, "another gender's opinion" and chose me as the critic for their suits. I found it pointless since I know to myself that I won't be able to tell the difference. Plus with their ridiculously handsome visuals, they'd make a garbage bag look haute couture.

Outside the car, I could see that Jisung was about to open the door of the backseat but was held back by Hyunjin. After a while, Jisung spins around and walks up to the car in front of us instead. Hyunjin finally enters the car with a triumphant smile.

"Whose car is this?" I asked, clicking the seatbelt in place.

"Mine."

I don't know why I was still surprised.

"And that?" I pointed to the car in front.

"Chan's." He turned the ignition on.

To avoid looking and sounding like a complete tramp, I pretended that the information was ordinary when in reality, I was awed by the fact that they had their own cars!

I failed miserably on preventing myself from staring. With one hand on the wheel, he skilfully backs up from where we were parked outside of my apartment building before driving to the main road. With great difficulty, I tore my eyes away from his arms.

"Why is no one riding with us?" I fiddled with my fingers, keeping my attention in front.

I heard him chuckle before briefly giving me a glance. "I don't like others riding my car."

My brows instantly twisted together. "If you're out to kill me, make it quick."

Through my peripherals, I could make out that he had smirked. "I have better plans for you."

It's concerning that I was looking forward to it.

•••

It didn't surprise me when we entered an expensive looking store. Besides, they were expensive looking men. Upon stepping inside, I pressed my lips together to prevent it from falling. The place was illuminated by bright lights that shone wonderfully on the suits and gowns. I had to stuff my hands inside my pocket jeans to stop myself from touching the fabrics, afraid that I would ruin it. As my eyes landed on one of the price tags, I dug my hands deeper.

I rocked on my heels awkwardly while they dispersed all over the store, searching for their own suits. "Miso, be a dear and help me." Seungmin, still with his crutches, gestured me over.

Sighing, I carefully manoeuvred my way over to him. I stood in front of him who sat comfortably on a plush couch. "Could you lift each one of those up?" He pointed to a rack behind me. I glared openly but obliged anyway. If I had known that I'm going to be ordered around, I would have let myself slipped on my kitchen floor and cracked my skull.

I lift a black two button suit by its hanger. "The celebrant must be loaded to hold a formal party for his 19th birthday."

Seungmin scanned the suit before shaking his head in disapproval. His eyes lifted to mine before speaking. "Oh, he's loaded alright."

I placed the former suit back before lifting another black but double breasted one. "Is it really necessary to buy a brand new suit for a one night event?" I cringed as my eyes landed on the price tag.

He waved a hand in disapproval of the suit. "Yes. We dress to impress." He smirked. I frowned, lifting a check suit with a burdened mind. "Aren't you going to look for a dress?" He asked, seeming to consider the one in my hands.

"I'm sure I'll find something in my closet." I lied. I didn't own any formal dresses. I might have to break my bank account to buy one. Before agreeing to go to the party, I thought it would be a casual dinner or even a house party. I was floored when they informed me I had to wear an evening gown.

"I don't like it." He shook his head after a while of consideration before resting his back on the couch.

I huffed placing the hanger back and lifting a summer suit. He scanned it with pursed lips before meeting my eyes. "What do you think?" He asked.

My hands fall to my side, my arms already cramping. "Everything you people wear will look stunning." I rolled my eyes, finding it somehow unfair. Seungmin chuckled just as the curtain of the fitting room near us  flew open.

Felix stepped out, wearing a dinner suit. I almost choked seeing how good he looked. Bang Chan lets out a low whistle while Jisung hollered. The freckled model positions himself in front of the mirror, tugging  on the lapels. "How about it, Miso?" He looks at me from the mirror.

Recalling my supposed role of a critic, I cleared my throat. "You look great." I managed to squeak out with a blush.

Hearing a scoff behind me, I spin around seeing Hyunjin with his arms propped up on the rack behind me. He sneered at me to which I replied with a raised brow. "What?" I sneered back.

"I'll look better."

"I'm sure you will, sweetie." I rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour before bringing my attention back to Felix.

"Quit staring at him."

I ignored him and shamelessly stared at the angel's back. I hated this group of people. How is it possible that every single one of them were so perfect? I think I drooled a little.

"Alright, that's enough." I was spun around by the shoulders, meeting Hyunjin's chest. I blinked several times when he lowered himself to my height. My already red cheeks turned brighter when he stared right into my eyes. "The only person you should be staring at is me."

This time, it wasn't water that pooled the floor. I think  it was drool.

(a/n: HELLO HAPPY 2.7k READS OHMYGOD SORRY FOR THE SHORT AND KIND OF A FILLER CHAPTER BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONGER !!! party time next chapter ㅇㅅㅇ))