Ji-hun POV:
I smile as Seojun turns around in the outfit I chose for him. He looks really good in it, I'm not gonna lie.
It suits him. I see him frown at me.
"I'm not wearing this."
I look hurt, being the extra person that I am.
"What do you mean? Don't you like it?"
He throws the backpack off but it hits me in the side. I fall to the floor due to the heavy supplies that I packed for the job in his bag. He runs over and his facial expression changes completely. He looks scared. He reminds me of the day we first met. In a small coffee shop on his birthday four years ago. That was the last time I saw him not stand up for himself. He's grown up a lot since then. And he looks much more attractive than he did back then. I've taught him well. Maybe too well. Or maybe not well enough.
He helps me up onto my feet again and his expression returns back to his serious one once he sees that I'm okay. I was about to pick up his bag and put it away when he speaks up.
"Fine. I'll wear it."
He reaches down next to me and grabs the back pack. He places it on his back and smiles at me a little before we both head to the car for our job.