Hyunjin sat down next to you on the couch and you started showing him the sketch.
- I suggest making a sleeveless tank top instead of a T-shirt, I think you’ll be more comfortable that way - you showed a separate sketch of the tank top - And throw a jacket on top, then it won’t be noticeable that you’re wearing a tank top.
- For what?
-What?
- Why a T-shirt?
- Oh, how can I put it better... - you hesitated, not knowing how to explain the reason to the guy so as not to embarrass him - Let me show you instead?
You took out your phone and opened the album where you kept photos of Hyunjin. And showed them to him.
“You sweat quite a lot from dancing, so I decided to take a T-shirt, you can take off your jacket and you will be comfortable,” you continued timidly.
- Okay... - agreed Hwang - But I don’t like the pants.
-Why?
In the end, he still didn’t come up with a coherent argument and left, still looking at you strangely.
The remaining guys found no flaws and you quickly finished discussing the suits. You said goodbye and you went to order the fabric for those very suits.
Three days later everything was ready, now the members had to put on their new costumes, the final fitting before the performance, so that if anything, they could correct any flaws.
And again, everyone was happy except Hwang.
- Y/N, come here.
- Yes? What is Hyunjin oppa?
“It’s not comfortable for me to move in this,” he replied, “and it looks strange in general.”
- Hmm, wait a second. Now we’ll try to fix it - you started to straighten your T-shirt, since it was tucked into your pants in a very strange way - Is that better?
He just kept silent and looked at you point-blank. That was the end of the fitting.
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And here comes the day of the performance for which these costumes were created. And as luck would have it, you were the stylist of Hyunjin, and also Jongin, but you were more concerned with Hwang.
You finished the maknae's makeup and hair quite quickly and headed to Hwang's dressing room.
You knocked, after a short answer, pulled the handle and entered.
- Hi, I'm your stylist today.
- Fine
"What's wrong with this guy? Why is he so cold and indifferent to me? What have I done?" - these thoughts flashed through your head.
You silently did his hair and started doing his makeup. The makeup was almost finished. You took a brush and a jar of Vaseline and were about to apply it to the guy's lips.