Burnout (K.Sn) [Sequel]

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I let out a small laugh as I watched Sunoo sprint ahead of me up towards the mall. I carefully adjusted my mask once more before pulling down my buckethat a bit further before rushing up to him.

"Aren't you excited?" Sunoo happily questioned as we walked through the doors.

"I'm more nervous if anyone will recognize us," I stated as I shook my head.

"I can happily inform you that I was on both twitter and weverse this morning and all engenes wrote about was to give us our personal space and respect our personal life," Sunoo stated, "they almost seemed excited ever since we mentioned it on the live. I don't even think a dating scandal will start."

"We are in the same group. It would make sense for us to go out together," I reminded him with a small laugh as he just nodded and stopped walking.

"How would you describe your style?" he questioned and I simply shrugged, "not what you own of clothes, but what you want to own."

"I don't know," I shrugged at him.

"Hmm... what would you like to own?" he questioned.

"I do really like sweaters and dungarees," I shrugged at him making his eyes immediately turn into small crescents. 

"What I hear is cute, but not girly cute," he stated and I shrugged.

"I'm not that into flowers and pinkish colors," I shrugged and he hummed.

"And what colors do we like?" he happily questioned and looked around.

"Uhm... yellow, green... blue and white," I stated and he hummed, "I really do like yellow."

"Why?" He laughed.

"It's my happy color," I simply excused with a shrug, "so my little fashionista, where are we going?"

"I know exactly where we're going, come on," Sunoo stated and grabbed my hand with no second thought, before he began pulling me along to the first store, "and I know exactly what you should try on."

"You do?" I questioned in amusement and he nodded before beginning to pull me around and grabbing various clothing articles.

"How do we feel about dresses and skirts?" he turned to me with a small gasp.

"I'm good," I hummed at him making him jump in his spot before running off and disappearing between some more clothes racks, "Sunoo?" I called out to earn no reply.

I quietly began wandering around the shop to try and find him, before my eyes fell on a sweater. I was immediately drawn to it and rushed over and tried to look for my size. Once I found it I pulled it down from the rack and looked properly at it.

"Oooh, that would suit you," Sunoo commented from behind me, making me jump slightly at the shock, "sorry," he giggled.

"It's good," I hummed at him and checked the pricetag before hanging the sweater back to where I found it.

"Yah, why did you do that?" Sunoo questioned in confusion as he looked down at me with widened eyes.

"It was too expensive," I shrugged.

"You're earning enough money for yourself now, don't let the price phase you," he shook his head and pulled out the sweater and draped it over his arm with all the clothes he had found for me, "it takes the fun out of shopping. And if it keeps you from buying something you look absolutely stunning in... then consider it a valentines gift."

"You don't really celebrate Valentines here," I reminded with a small laugh, to which he just shrugged.

"Your birthday is too far away," he waved it off, "and you're used to Valentines day. So if you won't buy it, I will."