Kang Sehun

Siyeon stood with her arms crossed, her gaze locked onto me like a teacher who'd marked every single answer as incorrect. "These are seriously all the clothes you have? It's the wardrobe of a loser."

My eyes twitched as I scowled in her direction. "Don't you think its a bit rude of you to just barge in and insult my clothes?"

Yes, I was ignoring the fact she was completely right. I'd have to buy new clothes eventually, but even then…

"You know my mum bought them for me, right?"

"It was a joke." She replied, not even turning back. "I guess we'll just have to go shopping first then."

…

At the shopping centre, Siyeon ruthlessly sifted through racks of clothing, sizing me up like a tailor who hated their job. She'd grab entire bundles, glance at me, then immediately discard them, shaking her head as if my mere existence offended her fashion sense.

I scoffed as she tossed a leather jacket in my direction.

"…Are you trying to turn me into a gangster?"

Of course, internally, I already knew the answer was yes. The Bully Council was basically a gang,just one with paperwork and better branding.

Siyeon gave me that look again. That judgy, piercing look that made me want to punch a wall just to prove a point.

"You're not gonna wear it?" she said flatly. "You'll be with me the whole day. I can't have you looking weak."

I rolled my eyes. "You haven't even told me what I'm supposed to be doing."

"You'll find out." She waved me off like I was a minor inconvenience.

"Whatever. I'm not wearing that. Look at me, I'm scrawny."

Siyeon didn't miss a beat. "Then bulk up."

I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Oh wow, thanks. Amazing advice. Really insightful."

She ignored me, already tossing another pile of clothes at my face.

"…Try those on."

I caught them with a grunt, glancing at the selection. Simple, dark colors, clean cuts. Clothes that didn't scream 'nerd who just picked random hoodies off a clearance rack.'

"…Huh," I muttered. "Not bad."

Siyeon smirked ever so slightly. "Obviously."

With a sigh, I grabbed the pile and trudged into the fitting room.

A few minutes later, I stepped out, now dressed in a dark, fleece-lined bomber jacket, a pair of black trousers, and some sleek-looking shoes that definitely weren't sneakers. Loafers? Dress shoes? I had no idea. Fashion wasn't exactly my strong suit.

But even I had to admit… I didn't look that bad.

The bomber jacket was puffy enough to make my frame look a little less "guy who forgot to eat breakfast for a month", and the trousers sat loose enough to balance out my proportions. Somehow, by sheer accident, I actually looked normal.

Siyeon circled me, arms still crossed, her expression as cold as ever.

"…Better," she muttered, almost begrudgingly.

I raised an eyebrow. "Wow, high praise."

She ignored me, already grabbing the price tags and scanning them with her phone.

"How much is all this?" I asked.

"Enough."

"Enough as in…?"

Siyeon turned her phone toward me, and my stomach dropped.

"That's-" I choked. "That's over 300,000 won!"

She blinked. "And?"

"And?! You think I'm dropping three hundred thousand just like that? I don't have that kind of money! Who do you think I am, some rich heir to a secret conglomerate?"

Siyeon tilted her head slightly, like she was actually considering the idea.

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "We need a cheaper option."

"No, we need to stop making you look pathetic." She grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the cashier before I could even argue.

This was highway robbery.

…

A soul-crushing payment later, I walked out of the store, mournfully staring at my near empty bank account.

Siyeon, of course, looked completely unaffected.

"Alright," she said, slipping her phone into her pocket. "Now that you look decent, we can move on."

I sighed, pulling the jacket tighter around me. "Move on to what?"

"Food."

"Yeah? With what money? I'll just stay here and starve, thanks."

She rolled her eyes. "Stop being dramatic. I'll pay."

And that's how the day passed. We went to a restaurant, a cafe… and even karaoke. It was amazing to find out Dowan's body managed to possess zero musically talented vocal chords.

It would've felt like a date, if everything she said didn't end with me wanting to throw something at her general vicinity. She just reminded me of someone but I couldn't quite think of who… It was just beyond my mind, like a flicker of something.

Anyways, the day ended in the arcade.

I excused myself to go to the toilet. It'd been a long day, and the need to piss had slowly been dawning on me the past few hours.

Relieving myself of my burden, I left the toilet sighing.

"Hey! Siyeon!"

I glanced up. Siyeon had just finished her game, turning toward the voice-

And in that split second, my instincts screamed at me.

I jerked to the side.

A hand swiped through the air where my head had been. A second slower, and I would've been grabbed by the hair like some anime protagonist.

The hand casually retreated to its owner.

A guy in a flashy-ass tracksuit, tattoos scattered across his forearms, and two girls hanging off his arms. His eyes glinted with amusement. 

Kang Sehun.

He smirked. "Who the hell are you to be calling out Siyeon's name all friendly like that?"

I stared at him like he was a moron. "What part of that sounded friendly to you?"

His smirk twitched into a scowl. He glared. I glared back. The air crackled with tension. A showdown was imminent… until Siyeon's voice finally rang out.

"Stop it. He's my boyfriend, get lost and stop interfering with our date."

A silence.

A long painful, brain aching silence.

Sehun's mouth fell open in disbelief and my own eye started twitching so hard I thought I was gonna have a seizure.

"He's your boyfriend?!"

"Who the fuck are you calling your boyfriend?!!"

Our voices overlapped perfectly, an unholy symphony of shock and outrage. And after all that bullshit… Siyeon merely had the grace to blink at me.

She stepped forward, grabbing my arm and dragging me off. "Let's go Dowan. Ignore him, we just live in the same neighbourhood, he's not even my friend."

I scowled but before I could reply I turned around and activated the card.

"Peek at you."

Sehun frowned in my direction as I stared at him, the window popping up in my view.

[Name: Kang Sehun]

[Height: 183 cm]

[Weight: 79 kg]

[Strength: S+]

[Speed: A-]

[Potential: B]

[Intelligence: C]

[Endurance: SS+]

..well this day's definitely going to end with some bruises.