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“Unnie, can you help me choose?” Shuhua put up a pair of dresses as she asked for a second opinion; two sundresses, but with distinct designs.
“I don’t know what would fit me better. I like the green one, but…” Shuhua pondered. She could get both—she had the money anyway—but she would probably wear only one the most while the other might just sit in her closet and accumulate dust. If she were a cartoon character, she would have a thought bubble depicting visible confusion at the top of her head.
“Mm, I like the green one. I think it’d suit your pretty face the most,” Miyeon replied, motives of flirting all too subtle. She looked too enthusiastic, and too smug— it was weird. Despite that, Shuhua shrugged it off and put the dress in her basket.
“Thank you? And uh,” the younger coughed, “How about these shirts?
“They don’t look as good as you,” Miyeon cheekily commented.
“I thought this pink one would look cute on me, y’know? It looks so comfortable,” Shuhua smiled and further inspected the shirt.
“You’d look so cute whether you would wear that shirt or not.”
“But this lilac top would also complement my skin tone better, no?”
“You look pretty regardless. Your skin… it’s soft and pretty.”
“But this pink one… I like the design a lot, I don’t know which one to choose!”
“I like you a lot, Shuhua, please choose me instead—“
“Miyeon,” Shuhua groaned.
“What?” Miyeon blinked at her as if nothing even happened. As if she didn’t say anything. As if she hasn’t been blatantly flirting with Shuhua for the past 30 minutes whenever she asked her to pick between two pieces of clothing. Shuhua let nothing out but a mere exasperated sigh as she put the two shirts into the basket. There was clearly no point in asking Miyeon if she wasn’t even paying any attention in the first place…
“Shuhua,” Miyeon cooed and wrapped an arm around the younger’s shoulders as they walked alongside the clothing racks. The latter let out a sigh to imply that she’s “annoyed”, but she made no move to escape her embrace nonetheless.
“So sorry,” the older muttered and leaned in to kiss Shuhua’s cheek, but this time, she actually avoided contact.
“Shuhua-yah,” Miyeon called, softly, and tried to kiss her once more. Missed.
“Baby?” She settled with putting a hand up against Shuhua’s cheek and caressed it. This proved to be effective, though, because it seemed to pique her interest as she stopped in her tracks and nuzzled into the touch. Meanwhile, Miyeon was so desperately trying to not fall apart because god, how can someone be so cute?
“Can you please stop flirting with me and answer my questions?” Shuhua complained. Right now, she was thinking about how much better it would be to be with someone like Yuqi—she’s loud, like really loud, but she would actually listen—or better yet be swallowed by the void manifesting as a hole below her feet.
“I can’t help it, Shu. You’re just so adorable,” Miyeon held her chin, “And you’re so lovable… and so pretty.”
Her fingers ghosted along the sides of Shuhua’s face.
“And you’re very—“
Miyeon jerked as Shuhua crashed their lips together.