Fashion Police
He had no idea why he opened the door of his apartment. It was a mistake. He should have known to never give Boyeon a reason to give him fashion advice. Give her an inch on the subject, and she’s take a mile relentlessly. Now, she was in his apartment, going though his clothing, tossing out pretty much all he had. Granted, Jaekyung only had a few things. Two sweatshirts, three or four completely faded t-shirts and a few pairs of jeans, equally as worn and faded as his t-shirts. Only a long pair of dress pants, only blazer and dress shirt occupied his formal wear. There were other things he wore on rare occasions, but he was certain his fashion sense was average at best.
And Boyeon was tossing out most of them. He didn’t need much more than that. It wasn’t like he had grown within the last two years since he picked up anything new in relation to clothing. He was certain he hadn’t even gained weight. Nothing that could warrant any new clothing, at least in his mind.
A pout formed on Jaekyung’s lips. “They all can’t be that bad,” he said, picking up an old sweater the woman had tossed in the ever growing ‘fashion sin’ pile. “This is cute. There’s a little sunkern pattern on this. Patterns are fun as long as they aren’t mixed. You even said that, Boyeon-ssi. See, I’m not that far gone when it comes to clothes.”
she had no idea why she hadn’t gone there before. the days when jaekyung walked into the gym without getting a single weird look from the girl were rare, and after criticizing his fashion choices one by one boyeon finally decided to go into the den. between the things she took with her, there was a package of tissues in case things were as horrible as she thought they’d be.
“good afternoon?” it was spoken as a question because she couldn’t be more unsure. she shouldn’t really judge him for what he wore alone at his own home but she was doing it. everything that got in her way was quickly taken out of it and thrown over her shoulder. “why do you only have, like, two outfits?” it was an exaggeration, of course - but not too much of it. boyeon was there to see the fashion aspect of it all, but the girl couldn’t help but worry about his health as well. to have that few options meant he probably used each piece more than one time in a row and all the thoughts that filled her mind were disgusting. all of them.
she looked back at jaekyung and the sweater he was holding. using her own words against her would have been a powerful move if the thing wasn’t horrendous. “yeah, but it can’t be considered fun if it is ugly.” she wanted to take it from his hands and throw it right back on the floor, but at the same time she didn’t really want to touch it again. “also, what’s this?” boyeon reached for a shirt among his, an obvious red stain right on its sleeve. “were you ever planning on cleaning this? well, even without the sauce it was practically trash, so.” and that was another one on the goodbye pile.
