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The two of you hopped on and sat side-by-side.

“Where are we going?” You asked. “Wherever looks nice.” Zico put his arms behind his head.

Your eyes widened, “You don’t have a plan?!” “I like being spontaneous.” He grinned and winked.

*I don’t! I want everything to be planned out!* You slightly pouted.

“So just tell me when you want to stop.” Zico said.

Half an hour later, the bus came to one part of Seoul that caught your eye. There were many people and it was a lively setting with music, shops, and food places. “There.” You pointed. Zico slammed his hand on the button and the bus halted. You and Zico got off.

“Now what?” You asked. “Now you enjoy.” Zico smiled and took your hand. He led you through the thick crowd.

You looked down at your hand in his and couldn’t help but feel secure. *I don’t think I’ll ever get lose with Zico around.*

At first you felt awkward but by and by you loosened up.

“Look at that. Doesn’t it look cute?” Zico pointed. You looked through the glass and smiled in awe. “Let’s go inside.” He tugged on your hand. Zico snatched the hat off the shelf and put it over your head.

“I don’t like these kind of hats. They’re for fancy ahjummas.” You made a face. “Fancy ahjumma?!” Zico laughed loudly. “You never fail to amuse me.” He dotingly smiled at you and put the head back on the shelf. Your face turned crimson at the comment.

The two of you went to different shops.

“Come here, Yeojin.” Zico pulled you to one of the racks. He pulled out a white mini skirt and white and red striped top. “You’re a size 4, right?”

You stared at him, “How’d you know?”

“I’m good at observations.” Zico spun you around to the mirror. He put the skirt and top to your body and examined you in the mirror. You uneasily glanced at him, “Uh, what are you doing-“

Zico put the clothes in your hands, “Go change.” “What?” You blinked, stunned.

Zico opened the fitting room door and pushed you inside. You stumbled backwards in confusion, “But-“

Zico slammed the door shut and you sighed. *Why this? My outfit is just perfectly fine.* You looked at yourself in the mirror to see your jeans, sneakers, and plaid shirt. Youngjae’s nickname for you came in mind *Nun.* You pinched your eyebrows in irritation *Am not.*

“If you don’t change yourself I’m coming in to help you!” Zico brightly threatened. You quickly locked the door and growled, “I’ll do it myself.” You started to take off your clothes.

Zico leaned against the shelf and checked his