To Find Something True

※ thirty-one

Tuesday afternoon was relatively quiet, with fewer people coming back and forth to the enormous building. But the night after would surely be crowded. Hoseok was glad they headed to the mall when the crowds were not in every store. At least, not in the beauty and clothes stores.

They proceeded to the store and mentioned Yoongi’s name for the reservation he had made. After the male sales assistant checked their computer system for a moment, he kindly guided them to a reserved area on the second floor.

Two silver vertical poles stuck to the white wall, supporting short dresses and suits of varying colors and designs. All of them covered in embossed plastics. In the middle were more long dresses. In front of them were various accessories and ties in various patterns. Near the ceiling-to-floor window with a plain, white chiffon curtain was a long table displaying more accessories and watches.

Jiah was amazed. Not that she had never seen them in the boutique she worked in, but these were too flashy and some of them were bohemian whereas, Bejiwoo clothing designs leant more on casual, soft styles.

The sales assistant brought down ten suits and placed them on a long, brown stool. All of them were flashy colors. No black or any that shouted ‘as dark as Yoongi’s soul’ – at least, that was what Seokjin had said.

 Jiah stood there with an index finger and a thumb under her chin. She kept in mind that her boss had red hair at that moment. Picking a pastel green suit at random, she placed it in front of her boss. “Try this one,” she said, handing the suit to him before whirling around to pick another.

 She sensed Hoseok’s hesitation. Nonetheless, he stepped into the dressing room without a word. Picking two more suits - a French rose suit and a beige suit, she heard the clashing sound from the dressing room curtain.

 She spun to see the red head in the pastel green suit. His own white t-shirt under it, the long baggy pants were just right for the length of his legs. The pastel green upper wear featured a V-neck with satin collar, unbuttoned. She stepped forward to push one of the buttons, and then stepped back to look.

 “Hoseok looks like a baby grasshopper in this,” Jiah mumbled. The two men seemed to have heard her.

 Hoseok emphasized, “it’s green, Lee Jiah.”

 Seokjin interjected, “nah! With his red hair, he looks like a walking traffic light.”

 “Y-you’re right,” Jiah said, a grimacing smile across her face. “Then, try this one.” She passed the beige suit. Then, Hoseok returned to the dressing room with a subtle grimace look.

 A minute later, he appeared in the beige suit. Unlike the pastel green suit, the next suit was uninteresting. The pants were just right for Hoseok’s bottom size. But the black, thick rope tied around his hip as a belt seemed to come with it. The upper wear had three buttons, but no collar. Then, it would be nice if a white, solid collared shirt was worn together.

 However, the color wasn't to her liking.

 “Do you have other colors for this suit?” she asked the sales assistant.

 “We only have this suit in this color. We’re sorry,” the sales assistant replied and casually bowed.

 Jiah said 'it's okay’ to the him. Then, she looked down at the suit on her arm. “Ah, how about this one?” she said, handing the French rose suit to Hoseok.

 “Is this red or pink?” he asked.

 “It’s a French rose pink, sir,” the sales assistant answered again and the man in the dressing room nodded before turning around and covering his area with the curtain.