Dress Me Up
Description
You're a punk, a bad girl. Parents think you're a bad influence; they tell their precious baby sons to stay away from you. Girls are afraid of you; they think you'll stab them in the back. Literally.
That couldn't be more wrong. You look and dress like a rebelling teenager, but you're not any more dangerous than L'Oreal's No More Tears baby shampoo. You are gentle and sensitive, love animals and nature, but your fashion sense is terrible. You tend to stick to the things you look good in and have trouble trying new things. Again and again, you've tried to dress lighter, a bit girler, a tad sweeter, but it never worked. Feeling tired and weary of your current school, you decide to transfer to a new one for a new start.
At your new school, you meet local flower boy Lee Kiseop. He's a fashionista, and you instantly catch his eye with your outrageous outfit. It seems as if you've changed a bit too much. Your makeup is too flashy, the dress is too gaudy, the shoes don't match, and, please, what is with that jacket? He pulls you to him and scolds you for having such horrible taste, causing you to burst into tears. Kiseop panics and wipes them away, along with your makeup, and he says to you, "I'm Lee Kiseop. I'll be your personal stylist."
Foreword
Hello! First of all, I'd like to thank you for being interested in this. (◕‿-)✌ This is my first time uploading fanfiction to an actual website so I'd like some suggestions! Upvotes and comments are greatly appreciated.
Also, I'd like to apologize for making the title seem like it's rated M but really it's not. OTL.
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