Soo Emi

How can boys eat like that and still look handsome?

After Namjoon and Yoongi, more of Hoseok's personal friends arrived and they all thought I was Hoseok's maid.

I tried to deny and properly introduce myself, but Hoseok butted in and introduced me as his "old assistant" and "girl roomie".

One of them was super nice and actually talked to me. His name was Jeon Jungkook and he was the same age as me, but I'm a couple months older.

Hoseok didn't let me chat with him longer, though.

I serve the guests with my homemade Khao Soy, steamed vegetables, and freshly cooked rice.

A dish I learned because my father really liked it.

They endlessly compliment me on the presentation and taste, and it nearly made up for everything that just happened.

It's encouraging hearing praises.

As they were eating, I quietly sneak back to my room.

Seokjin kept staring at me and I know he was entertained by my outfit.

If I just ask Hoseok if I could use his washer and dryer, I won't have to wear his shirt anymore.

I just need to wait until the party ends and then I'll be able to buy some appropriate clothing.

Or.....didn't I just have to cook?

I sneak back downstairs to find Hoseok.

And I find him playing twister with everyone.

Wow.

So this is his "child-like" personality?

Hoseok was bent over like a tower and Seokjin was right under him, yelling his face off about how he shouldn't be treated like this. Jungkook was right next to Jin's butt, closing his eyes. Namjoon and Yoongi were spinning the wheel.

It seemed the other friends left.

I watch them bicker and laugh from behind the corner. It's amusing seeing them behave more recklessly like this outside the office.

I let out a giggle that was louder than I thought.

All their necks snap when they heard me.

"Emi!" Hoseok laughs. "Come join."

"I've never played Twister with a girl before." Yoongi comments.

"We have room for another!" Seokjin tries to look at me from his awkward position.

I hide behind the wall with only my head peaking out. "No, thanks. And it does not look like you have room for another."

"Come on, Emi! I know you don't have anything better to do." Hoseok smirks.

"I just came down here to talk to you, Hoseok!" I shout.

"Can you wait? I want to win!" Hoseok pushes Seokjin over with his hip.

"Hey! I was being easy on you and you just cheated!" Seokjin whines as he rubs his hurt buttcheek.

"Sorry. My poor girl just wants to talk about clothes." Hoseok smirks in my direction.

I cringe.

"About clothes? I wanna know." Namjoon stands up.

"I told her I'll give her my card to go buy some clothes if she cooks for us. Since she doesn't have anything to wear, she's desperate." Hoseok sends a wink towards me.

I scoff. "I am not des-"

"She needs new clothing anyway. It's getting stinky."

I turn red in embarrassment.

He grabs my arm and pulls me out from behind the wall.

"If she needs help with fashion, I can help." Namjoon offers with a kind smile.

"Thank you, but I don't need help. My fashion is just fi-"

"Namjoon, if you would. That'd be great." Hoseok cuts me off.

I grit my teeth.

"Great! It'll be fun." Namjoon flashes a cute smile.

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The little dinner party ended around 8pm and Namjoon convinced Hoseok to still let him take me out shopping.

"Here's my card. Make good choices." Hoseok emphasized the 'good'.

I mentally roll my eyes.

Namjoon takes me into his car and drives to off to the city.

"So, you like shopping?" I ask, shyly sparking up a conversation.

"I love fashion. I even have my own Instagram account where I post about my fashion. I call it Kim Daily. You should follow me." He hands me his phone.

"I don't have a phone." I whisper.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He quickly retracts his phone. "How's it going for you?"

I manage a small smile. "It's ok. It's not the worse, but it's hard to get used to."

Namjoon nods. "I see. Hopefully things will lighten up."

I hope so too.

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"A useful tip for girls." Namjoon says as he digs through a pile of bras.

I turn red just by watching how happy he is doing that.

"All your undergarments should be lacy or silk. It's both attractive and comfortable. Regulars are ok, sports are ok too. Hoseok gave you his card, and we both know how packed he is, so let's get the high quality ones." He advises while holding up an army green, lacy bra. "He also has a thing for the color green."

I blush, taking it from his hands. "That's...useful."

After picking out some undergarments, and what felt like shopping with my father for the first time, Namjoon went straight to clothing.

"I know you aren't the revealing type, so these will be good." He holds up some tees.

I nod.

Soon enough, he effortlessly fills our cart with different varieties of undergarments, shirts, pants, pajamas, shoes, socks...you name it.

"Accessories!" Namjoon cheers and pushes the cart forward.

He's so manly and feminine at the same time. I'm loving it.

I follow behind his tall figure.

"I think I'll survive without jewelry." I tell Namjoon, pinching his sleeve. "It's getting pretty late."

"Ok, but I know something you can't survive without. Makeup!" He cheers again.

Oh.

He immediately realizes what he said and gasps.

"I'm so sorry, Emi! I-I didn't mean that! You're beautiful! Makeup is nothing compared to you!" He grabs my hands in panic.

"It's alright, Namjoon. Let's go to the cosmetic section."

"You with and without makeup is pretty." He continues, going back to pushing the cart. "I got excited, sorry."

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"Is Hoseok going to be angry with the amount of things we got?" I ask, staring at the mountain of women's clothing sitting in our cart.

I'm surprised the wheels haven't popped off yet.

"Yes, yes, don't worry." He quietly laughs. "He should know me by now and my shopping habits."

The cashier looked depressed when she saw our cart.

I felt extremely bad, but this is her job.

Once the items were scanned and placed in multiple bags, Namjoon swiftly pulls out Hoseok's card and pays for everything in once swipe.

We exit the store just in time before closing.

I smile at Namjoon as we head for the exit.

"What?" He notices my smiling.

"You look really manly." I giggle.

He chuckles. "Guess I do."

"Thank you for this, Namjoon. I'll admit. You have better fashion sense than I do."

I give him an awkward hug while he was covered in shopping bags.

We arrive back at Hoseok's home, late at night.

When Hoseok saw the amount of bags we had, he looked like he was about to explode. Not with anger, but with shock.

"Did you buy clothes for every day of the year?!" He shouts, pointing at Namjoon.

"You should've known what you entrusted me with, buddy." Namjoon scoffs at his friend.

"I was wondering what you two were doing for so long. You were busy buying the whole store." Hoseok approaches me with a smirk. "Are you satisfied, baby girl?"

"Baby girl?"

"Judging from your expression when you walked in with the bags, I would say yes."

I huff.

Namjoon and Hoseok decide to chat for a moment and I gather the bags in my arms to bring them to my room.

I look at all the new clothing and couldn't help but get immensely excited.

I hear the door close from downstairs and assumed Namjoon left.

Hoseok knocks on my door, but comes in on his own.

"Wow. You treated yourself nicely." He stares at the white room filled with new clothes.

"It was mostly Namjoon! I just chose the makeup." I instantly defend myself.

"You got makeup too?" Hoseok raises his eyebrows.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I kind if got carried-"

"Put it on for me." He requests suddenly.

"I- What?"

"Show me. I want to see how it looks on you." He stuffs his hands in his pocket, keeping an eye on me.

I furrow my brows at him, but obey anyway.

He follows me to the bathroom and watches me apply my usual, everyday makeup.

It's nothing drastic, but it does make me look a bit more presentable.

"You've seen me with makeup before, Hoseok." I remind him shyly. "I wore it everyday to work."

"You haven't been working lately, though. And I've never really looked out for it." He responds.

I turn my back to him when I start doing eye makeup.

"Why'd you look away?" He asks.

"I need to focus."

I place my glasses back on and turn back to Hoseok.

"This is it." I point to my face. "Are you satisfied?"

Hoseok tilts his head while staring. He comes closer and removes my glasses.

"Oh..." He breaths out once my glasses were off.

He was blurry, but I could tell he was surprised by the way his eyes widened.

Good thing? Bad thing?

I take back my glasses and placed them over my eyes.

"Makeup is nice, isn't it?" I place a hand on my hip. "Just know I don't do makeup for boys. I do it for myself."