You were pacing around your room, the words 'informed to the police for juvenile time' rang through your head.You felt a burdening weight of guilt.
You heard your door bell ring, which was odd since you had told Yuta that you'd be ready in an hour.
Your brother was out with his friends drinking, he said he'd be back at 11 and gave you a whole long lecture on not doing anything bad.
You went down, opened the door, only to see Taeyong standing there awkwardly.
"Taeyong?" You blurted out, looking confused.
He smiled.
"Uh... Yuta said there was a party going on, he wanted me to pick you up" Taeyong scratched the back of his head, "can I come in? Or is your brother here?"
"Oh no, come in, my brother's out" you smiled.
You looked at his outfit. He (obviously) looked really fucking good, he made denim look designer. Contrasting to how you looked, still in your school uniform.
A laugh escaped your lips as your eyes caught sight of vibrant, pink, hello kitty bandaid.
He followed where your eyes were looking at and started blushing at the realisation that you just laughed at the bandaid on his cheeks.
His hand flew to his cheek, covering his cheek, looking down as his face slowly turned crimson.
"Do I really look that bad?" He mumbled, looking ashamed.
You laughed again, your initial first impression of him being an intimidating, scary, kidnapper has proven to show no absolute sign of accuracy.
'He is kind of cute' you thought.
He gave out a small unconscious pout which made your heart burn.
"Okay fine I'll go, Yuta can pick you up-" he turned around.
You gripped onto his jacket, tugging on it.
"I wasn't laughing at you- well I was... But not in the way that you think" you spoke softly.
He turned around looking a little upset.
"Then in what way were you laughing at me in?" He questioned.
You laughed again, he was so cute.
"It's too embarrassing to say" you muttered, your hand still holding onto his jacket.
He rolled his eyes.
"So... You think I look bad? Goddamit Johnny" he guessed, whispering the last part.
"Oh you know Johnny-"
"I look bad don't I? I'll just be back in an hour-"
"Taeyong you do look really good, I was laughing because you are... Adorable" you panicked at first, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.
"Oh" he blurted out loudly, a smile unconsciously landing on his lips, "that's a compliment right?"
"Just sit down and wait for me" you instructed, ignoring his question.
You went back into your room and shut the door, panicking a bit. You felt a need to somehow impress Taeyong or somehow be on the same level/range of fashionable he was, but that would be challenging since the clothes in your closet consisted mostly of jumpers.
You frantically slammed your closet doors open, scanning through your clothes for anything new, washed and somewhat stylish.
You then managed to squeeze into a dress that you stole from one of Yesung's exes, putting on black boots.
You looked in the mirror, you looked okay, bur felt upset looking at your bloated stomach area.
You then thought of Mira and Jisoo and your face dropped. How do they manage to fit right into those little tight skirts?
You admit, that compared to then you did have more on your chest and behind, but it would never outdo their perfect figure.
You took a few steps towards your bedside table to gather your belongings, only to make a sudden fall. Your heels were a bit uncomfortable, resulting in your ankle rolling.
"Ah shit!" You winced in pain, your shoulder crashing down on the side of the bedside table.
Seconds later the door flew wide open, revealing a very concerned looking Taeyong.
"What happened?" He frowned, kneeling down next to you.
Even though you were hurt, you felt humiliation settle in. You felt intimidated, the fact that he is viewing you in your outfit.
"Where does it hurt? Do you need ice-"
"Taeyong get out" the words slipped out of your mouth.
Your eyes widened at your own tone, you didn't mean to sound so aggressive.
He looked a bit hurt, you gave yourself the biggest mental face palm.
"No! Um... Not like that- sorry. I didn't mean to sound so rude, I just don't feel comfortable with you seeing me in this" you explained, moving your body so that you'd be leaning against your bed.
"Oh... Sorry" he turned aroundm
There was an awkward silence.
"You look good, Y/N" he mumbled suddenly, "um... I can help you, if you want?
You thought for a second before nodding.
"Thanks Taeyong" you smiled.
You both stood up, looking at your wardrobe.
"Uh, just avoid the last drawer" you informed, sitting on your bed waiting for him to pick something out.
"Why?" He questioned.
You couldn't tell whether he was joking or not, so you laughed at first, but then ended up realising he was genuinely clueless.
"Um... That's where my undergarments are" you chuckled.
His eyes widened, blush settling on his cheeks again.
"Oh, sorry"
"No it's fine" you smiled, feeling weirdly comfortable.
You thought you'd be tense knowing that a guy was looking through your clothes, but... Taeyong was a really nice guy (an assumption made on your past encounters), so that somehow put you at ease.
Ten minutes later you were given his selection of clothes, which were clothes given to you by Jisoo that you never really had any occasion to wear them.
You put them on (with Taeyong outside your room), and you looked surprisingly good.
[Any outfit you want]
You went out to show Taeyong.
You saw him leaning up against the wall, on his phone texting someone.
'Is he texting his girlfriend? It's a possibility... Like he is so handsome, but... She probably doesn't like the idea of him being alone with another girl, not like I'm a threat though.' you thought.