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"May I ask why we're here?" Jian asked as she looks at him. Jaemin who's in front of her averted his attention.
"Shopping,"
"Why?"
Jian asked curiosity flooded her as she tilted her head. "Do you need anything?"
"You ask too many questions, just try this out."
He pulled out a dress from the rack and throws it at her. The throw landed perfectly on Jian's face. Jian was beyond pissed but she managed it. Jaemin whistles as he checks the dresses and price, and throws everything at her.
"What am I gonna do with this?" Jian tilted his head so she can get a view of him. She tries to breathe from the number of clothes she's holding.
"Try it out, I'll wait for you" He sat down at a bench, scrolling through his phone.
"Why must I try this?" Jian mumbled, scratching her head. "Your boyfriend is very handsome~" The employee giggled taking the clothes from her. Jian laughed awkwardly as she went inside. "Maybe."
She went out of the dressing room, wearing a white blouse and a pink skirt partnered up with heels. "Will this do?" Jian asked, slightly uncomfortable.
"No," Jaemin muttered wryly, his eyes examining her, hands on his phone. "It's to-" he tilted his head trying to find the right words to explain it. "Dull" he blurted out. "Oh?" Jian asked while finding a mirror to see what she looks like.
It's beautiful though, he can choke.
I didn't know I'm this pretty
I have never tried these kinds of styles before so I'm a little uncomfy.
"I'll go change then!" she shouted, tiredness visible in her expression.
God, when will this end
"I'll help you out," A young employee said, forming a beaming smile at her. "Thank you," She went inside the dressing room, once again.
It has been an hour and Jian has been trying different clothing, but the young man's answer was still a no. Jian wanted to go home badly but she knows that she can't. "If you keep on saying no," She began, Jaemin fixed himself as he furrowed his eyebrows at her.
"What?" he asked, "let's just go home." She calmly said, her blood boiling in anger, yet she remains calm.
"No." he deadpanned, standing up.
Oh, fuck it
"That can do,"
"Really?" she asked her face lightening up.
"Yes, now may you please put all of this in a bag." He nonchalantly said at the employee, holding a credit card "Yes noted Mr. Na"
The employee quickly gathered her pace, swiping the card on the machine. As the other employees quickly put all the clothing in separate bags.
Don't wanna let him wait.
Jaemin looked at his watch, walking away from her, "Let's go." He said, tired.
"Wait," Jian halted, a little confused, Jaemin stops his tracks, averting himself raising an eyebrow "What now?" He asked.
"You ain't buying that are you?" Jian asked, slightly nervous. She knows how much the total of the items. Jaemin smiled, "I just did," he said. "Now, let's go!" he pulled her wrist, "We're gonna be late!"
"Wait how about those clothes, I-I haven't paid you yet, I don't have the money to pay you." Her wrist quite was hurting from the amount of pressure he puts.
Oh, please don't let me pay.
"You don't need to pay, I'm the one who paid for it," He said, in an assuring tone.
"Are you sure?" She asked, again, still worried. He claps his hand, smiling.
"Stop smiling, you look like an idiot."
"Rude." Jaemin jokingly said as he pouts. Jian started laughing loudly, and so does Jaemin.
From the sight, the people around the mall averted their attention and focus on the two. Laughing and giggling. They formed an 'aww' sound, by the cuteness, that the two showed. "What a lovely couple," an old lady said. "We had been like this before aren't we?" the old lady smiled, tearing her eyes from the sight, as she looks at her husband, who was nowhere to be found. Sigh, where did that idiot go?
Loud birds chirping were heard, as she lowered the window. "Nice house," she commented, admiring its sight.
Jaemin hummed, as he went outside. He was wearing a white suit, partnered up with formal black shoes. His gaze had gone sharp at the sight of his house.
He fastened his pace as he opened the door at the same time Jian puts her hand on the handle. "Thanks," She said, forming a small smile. Jian went out elegantly, as she examines herself, and so does he.
She was wearing a simple pink dress, yet elegant that is partnered up with pink heels. "We're just meeting your parents, why must I wear this?" She asked, frowning.
Jaemin ignored her, as he closes the door, pulling her in a quick hug. "She's here," Jaemin mumbled
"What do you mean she's here?" Jian asked in a whisper.
"She bought someone with her," he mumbled, lightly.
Hurt. He sounded hurt.
Jian furrowed, as she looks at Jaemin in confusion, who still had his arms around her that made her heart feel slightly heavy.
Nervous. Just nervous.
"Jian come inside now," A man in his 30s said, "Right," She muttered, her gaze was still at the two who had been standing for a moment, hugging. Cho Jian was wearing a red elegant dress with sleeves, partnered up with red shoes.
"Who's that girl?" She asked the man in such a manner. "Oh, what girl?" He questioned, "His Date," She rolled her eyes. "Ah, You mean Jian, well she is his new girlfriend," The man said.
"Jian?"
"Ahh, I meant Han Jian," He said whilst offering her a drink.
Han Jian. A rebound, probably.