Oldfashioned. 

That's what you were. 

Modest, always willing to learn, but you were quite oldfashioned. 

Your parents furnished you into a young woman with manners and apparently cheap taste in clothing. 

You looked cute, but you just didn't look...cute enough. 

Your idea of a cute outfit was a hoodie and skinny jeans. 

It's what you've always thought. 

But then you happened to cross paths with him, and see a whole new side of fashion. 

He. 

Who was he? 

Well, he was Choi Minki, but he preferred to be called Ren. 

You were aware that he was apart of a Kpop group named Nu'est, but his fashion sense interested you the most. 

He seemed to know what to match with what. 

You just tossed on whatever you thought looked nice with each other, and went with that. 

But now...you want a change of clothes. 

You always felt different in your regular outfits, which consisted of crisp T-shirts and blue jeans. 

Everytime you looked at Ren, he would be fashionably dressed up. 

Nothing was out of place, he seemed so... perfect.

The complete opposite of you. 

You walked into class one day. 

It was as boring as usual. 

You weren't the best student, but you could do things well. 

Things became easy for you if you tried hard. 

Except fashion. 

You still looked slightly oldfashioned. 

When the bell rang, you silently slipped out of the classroom, and accidentally bumped into someone, colliding to the ground. 

"Ouch, sorry," you said, rubbing your aching . 

A hand offered to pick you up and you took it, wincing at the pain. 

"Sorry, are you hurt? Do you need any help?" A sweet, but manly voice asked you. 

You nodded and looked up, meeting his eyes, and gasping slightly when you realized who the stranger was. 

It was Ren. 

Choi Ren. 

The fashionista, and the one that seemed so perfect. 

You gulped, and he looked at you confused. 

"Are you sure you're okay, noona?" he asked. 

You frowned a bit. 

"I'm not your noona..." you said quietly. "I'm the same age as you..." 

His eyes widened as he realized his mistake. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, it's just that the way you dress is so..." he trailed off. 

"Oldfashioned. I know." you cut him off, somewhat upset. 

He must've sensed your disappointment, and he said cheerfully, "I could help you with fashion!"

"Wha...?" 

"Yeah," he nodded expertisely. "I am great at it. I can teach you."

He beamed, and showed you a mouth full of teeth, making you blush a bit. 

"You sure? I don't want to bother you..." you said slowly, to which he nodded. 

"Come on, let's go to my house," he grinned, taking your hand and pulling you, making you run. 

"R-Ren," you stuttered, but he was too busy running to hear you. 

When you finally reached his house, you felt like your legs were weak, and your knees were about to buckle down. 

"You okay?" he asked, to which you nodded warily, giving a slight glare. 

Ren laughed a bit, and squatted down. 

"What are you doing?" you asked, confusion marking your eyes. 

He laughed again. 

"Climb on. I'll carry you!" he said joyfully. 

"B-but," you stuttered. 

"I insist," he cut. 

You hesitated before getting on his back. 

It was muscular and broad, something that you hadn't expected from this feminine man. 

You rested your cheek on his spine, and he laughed softly. 

"You're light," he commented. 

"Th-thank you," you replied shyly. 

You've never done this with a boy before. 

Well, all the talking, piggybacking, holding hands, and you were sure you would've never imagined that it would be Ren that you would be doing this with. 

He carried you in, and when you two were in, you noticed four other guys there. 

They stared at you in awe, and you blushed, dropping from his back skillfully. 

"H-hey," you said, trying to be normal. 

"Who're you?" a tall, blonde guy asked curiously. 

"I'm Kwan Seoyoung," you replied instantaneously, bowing, but still looking up since he was so tall. 

Truthfully, they were all tall. 

They were all about 6 feet. 

And it kind of intimidated you. 

"Ah, annyeonghaseyo Seoyoung-ah, I'm Baekho. This is JR, Aron, and Minhyun. We hope to get to know you well," Baekho smiled. 

You nodded in agreement. 

"Me too," you grinned back. 

"Anyways," Ren interrupted, clearing his throat. "Let's go, ne, Seoyoung?" 

You nodded and followed him to his room. 

You were amazed at how clean it was. 

"Aish..." you whispered quietly. 

Ren chuckled softly.

"It looks too clean for a dude?" he asked. 

"Ani," you replied. "It's nice." 

"Thank you," he responded. 

Then, he went over to his closet, and pulled out several clothes from the rack, smiling to you when he was done. 

"Fashion 101." he grinned, and started to talk to you about all the things you needed to know. 

 

A month passed, and you felt like you were dressing better than before. 

"You look nice today," Ren said, as he walked towards you. 

You smiled sheepishly, and replied, "Kasahamnida," 

He just nodded in reply, and it was quiet between you two. 

"Thanks Ren." you said suddenly. 

"Hm? For what?" 

"For teaching me how to dress better," you chuckled. 

"Ah, it's no problem." 

"Hm," you hummed. "You're everywhere, you know that?" 

You laughed a bit. 

Ren turned his head to face you. 

"Well you're only in one place, noona." he teased. 

You frowned a bit. 

"I told you I'm the same age as you. You're older than me, so I should call you oppa!" you objected. 

He laughed. 

"Well you wanna know where you are?" he asked. 

"No..." you mumbled. "You're just gonna tease me again. 

He laughed some more. 

You gave him a glare. 

"Ah, aigo, I made Seoyoung-ah mad. Mianhae, mianhae," he apologized. 

"It's okay." you said curtly, rolling your eyes. "Where am I then?" 

Your voice had some scathing to it. 

He gave you a grin, and pointed to his chest. 

"My heart." he replied, and your eyes widened. 

"Wh-what?" you stuttered. 

He nodded matter-of-factly. 

"Seoyoung-ah, I really like you. I love you more than fashion. I was so glad you wanted to dress better, and I was able to teach you," he grinned. 

You were speechless. 

"Will you be my girlfriend?" 

You nodded, tearing up a bit. 

He pulled you into his arms, and wiped your tears gently. 

"There, there, Seoyoung-ah, don't cry," he chuckled softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," you replied.

"Do you love me more than fashion, Seoyoung?" 

You nodded without hesitation. 

"I love you more than fashion."