[ chapter nine ]

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"Okay, so since your the first. We can pick the style, or theme, you want to all dress as." You suggest as you wipe your tears away.

"Sounds great." He replies, removing your hand and wiping your tears for you.

"So, um, what kind of style do you want?" You ask.

"Formal. You know, tuxedo's and we do the rest with our cute faces." He grins cheekily.

"M'kay..... Oh, look! Perfect!" You hold out a tuxedo for him, it's a shade of dark grey and, in your opinion, will suit him very nicely.

"Cool, I'll go try it on." He smiles at you, taking the tuxedo from you and rushing off to get changed into it.

Once he left, you got out your phone to text back Jungkook.

[You]: I completely understand. Maybe that's a good idea. Just some advice, in future relationships don't break-up by text.

"Hm!" You hum as you sassily press send, proud of yourself from making you seem not the slightest bothered by his text. Afterwards, you turn to admire the clothes and what kind of brands they are made from. As you turn your phone beeps as if you got a text message. You go through the same process to get to the message.

[Jungkook]: I'm really sorry... You see, I still kinda like you. You know? It's just, I kinda like Jimin too. I just need to get my emotions sorted out. And, I'll keep the advice in mind. :)))

[You]: Fuck you, asshole. I don't give two shits about your feelings anymore. Have fun fucking Jimin. I hope he fucks all our memories out of your mind. I hope he fucks you so hard you forget I ever existed. I hope you fucking have the time of your life, because I'm about to. Love ya hun. </3 :)

[Jungkook]: Shit girl, you got some anger bottled up inside you. Don't take it out on me. Fuck. Anyway, please don't hate me. I gotta go. Next time I check my messages I don't wanna be spammed with hate. Please? :) Also don't have the time of your life, for me.

[You]: What-the-fuck-ever, I don't care. By the way, I still wanna be friends Kay? I was joking anyway. XD

[Jungkook]: Whatever girl, gots to goes. :))

You put your phone away and smile that you and Jungkook are still friends, it's makes your heart flutter and happiness slowly fills you up. As your being filled up by happiness and joy, Kai enters again in his tux. God damn, you gotta admit he looks fit as fuck in that tux. Just a matter of time before you can't control yourself.

"How do I look?" He asks, posing incredibly cheesily.

"Fit... Shit, no sorry. Well not 'no' but, you know. Good. You look... good." You stutter, slowly going red from embarrassment.

"Is that... good?" He teases.

"Shut up, yes, it's good, okay? You look fine." You punch him lightly on the shoulder and start messing around with his hair.

"What are you doing?" He asks you.

"Just trying figure out what would look good with it." You reply, fully focused on making his hair look good.

"Got any ideas?" He asks once more.

[KAI'S POV]

She did it again, the thing were she bites her lip and tucks her hair behind her ear when she's concentrating. This gave me the signal that I should stop with the questions and let her focus. It kind of impressive that a break-up hardly bothers her, just a few tears, nothing more. Yet, it's also expected. Of a relationship that wasn't very strong, of course.

I just admire her as she figures out a good style for her hair. Even though it's not her job, she's just a fashion stylist, with amazing fashion sense. Chanyeol seemed to be eyeing her a bit, it made me slightly jealous and curious that he was doing that. Maybe they'd already met, I don't know. But, he was very flirtatious around her and stuff. Definately not like himself, he's normally childish, playful and immature. Around her he's, mature and sophisticated. Probably just trying to make a good image for himself. I really don't know.

"That's it!" She says as she steps backwards.

"What's it?" I ask her raising an eyebrow.

"The hairstyle, ask your stylist to do it where it's like a messy quiff that like, flops down at the side. You get me?" She asks doing a your-not-stupid-right face.

"I get you. Kind of. Thing is, it doesn't really work that way." I reply.

"Well then make it work this way!" She smirks crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'll try my best." I return her actions.

We both giggle as we walk out of the huge clothing room together, ready for us to continue with our jobs.

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[YOUR POV]

You've completed getting everyone's outfits ready, apart from one. Chanyeol is the last person for you to style. He's not quite ready for you yet, though. Right now he's still getting his make-up done, then he needs his hair done. It'll take a few minutes, possible hours. So, in the meantime, your going to get his outfit ready. It won't take that long but, you never know. Also, there will still be time for you to do some other stuff. Maybe watch the others get their hair and make-up done, you know, learn a thing or two.

So with that in mind you go to get a tuxedo for Chanyeol. Thing is, you don't know his size. No problem, you think to yourself as you walk out to find Chanyeol. As your walking, you take in each detail of your surroundings, reference for the future so you won't get lost.

"Hello, [______]." The friends you made earlier say to you as you walk past. Except, D.O doesn't say anything he just smiles at you with his adorable heart-shaped lips.

"Oh, [______], where are you going?" Asks someone as you mistakenly bump into them.

"Mianhabnida, oh, and I'm looking for Chan--" you pause halfway because the person your looking for is stood right infront of you.

"Chanyeol? That's me." Chanyeol smiles, although it looks more like he's pursing his lips, but it's still cute. He does this as he points to himself with his thumbs.

"So, are you ready to be styled~" you say kinda cheesily. But it doesn't bother Chanyeol, Infact, he laughs because it's normally him making the cheesy jokes.

"Yeah, I'm ready, let's go." He gestures you to lead him to his clothes.

"I have a question to ask you." You say to him.

"Oh really? What is it?" Chanyeol asks.

"What's your size? I mean, your pretty tall and stuff. It was hard to find a good size for you." You state.

"Just //don't know his size so yh//." He tells you with a short giggle at the end.

"Okay, thank you." You reply kindly.