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you’re meeting your friends for brunch after a long time, and you’re having a hard time choosing an outfit. after almost 30 minutes of contemplating, you decided to ask for your boyfriend’s help.

“what’s up, baby?” jisung asked, wrapping his arms on your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as you hold up your clothes for him to pick from.

“what do you think? which top is better?”

“you.”

silence.

“babe, i’m serious!”

“and i’m not?” he teased, grinning at you.

you squirmed out from jisung’s embrace, feeling your cheeks hitting up from his banter. jisung may look shy on the outside, but he’s quite the charmer when it comes to flirting with you.

“okay, okay, let me see the tops,” he said, emphasizing the last word.

“this or this? i think this one’s too much, but i don’t like this one either, i don’t know... how about this one?” you started rumbling.

“they all look good on you, what can i do?” jisung sighed dramatically.

“but i think this one fits your skirt, no?”

“babe, you’re a genius!” you exclaimed as you tried on the top that your boyfriend picked with your skirt and saw how it perfectly matched.

jisung grins, “i know.”

“i loved it, thank you,” as you sit on his lap, leaving pecks on his cheeks.

“but do you really like it when i’m the top?”

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