when she feels the pinch, she jumps away while breathing out a laugh, ❝ i do know that, because you’re too good to me! really, though, if i didn’t have you, i’d be going to this function in either one of my work suits or looking like a ball of comfort. ❞ she frowns playfully, ❝ not exactly the best look, am i right? especially if i really see someone i wanna make an impression on? ❞ when seonmi mentions a prince, she blurts out a laugh before she can stop herself. ❝ trust me, seonmi, that’s never a thing you have to worry about; i’ll be with you forever, ❞ she holds out a pinky, ❝ prince or no prince, so long as you do the same. ❞
byul’s assurance of the younger girl’s importance to her brings with it a soft warmth over her shoulders, seonmi reaching out to link their fingers in a effervescent delight. “good!” she declares, that selfsame confidence she always exudes a little more sincere and not just all bravado. it’s silly sometimes, she feels, the way she gets all that fluttery goodness in her chest knowing someone cares about her, but she can’t deny it feels good to know byul likes her company! “thank you, byullie,” she says, then tries to answer the older girl’s question with speculation of her own, “as for kitten heels... maybe because they’re tiny? little kitties!” seonmi’s free hand lifts up and curls down in an imitation of a kitten, wrinkling her nose in laughter after.
nodding at byul’s evaluation, seonmi doesn’t butt in with her own opinion because she really, truly, likes the other girl’s sense of style. she knows what looks good on her, and it definitely works! after all, that’s what drew the younger to her, so seonmi likes listening to someone whose fashion sense is totally different from hers but still utterly stunning. “okay, i’ll be sure to look out for something like that for you,” she promises, tapping her lips with her finger as she ponders on byul’s suggestion. “i could see that! hmm, i think it depends on how cold it is. do you know, byullie? i don’t want something too neutral if i gotta wear it throughout! i was thinking of something a bit more matte and dark to make the sequins really pop—” she gasps, looking up with an excited grin. “what if we matched! a deep navy or something like that? different cuts, of course, i’d drown in something you could wear, but don’t you think that’ll be cute?”
“that’s not true,” she starts to protest about her friend’s humility, then her head whips straight to byul when she hears something particularly intriguing. “wait! does that mean you’ve got someone you wanna make an impression on? you can’t do that just after you’ve promised to stick with me!” coral lips push out in a pout of mock-displeasure before the younger girl abandons the pretense and clings to byul’s arm, demanding to know her friend’s secrets. “who is it? tell me tell me!”