"Damnit Gahyeon I've been here for 30 minutes already."
"Sorry sorry! The train was late, and it was packed and I had to wait for the next one," Gahyeon sneaks in the real reason at the end. "And I overslept."
"Ugh, are you this late to schedules? Why do I even put up with you."
"Because that's work, unless you're paying me to be here, this ain't work. And I'm the most good-looking person you know, now shut up and follow me." Gahyeon pulls you into Dongdaemun Fashion Town. You and Gahyeon cut an odd pair—a fashionably dressed yet fastidiously anonymous woman dragging a shabbily attired man around the shops, the two of you stood out for very different reasons. The two of you were rivals in school, but Gahyeon went on to become an idol, and you went on to become an office worker. You suffer each other's company begrudgingly: Gahyeon because you weren't a star-struck fool who asked her for favors, and actually gave her shit when it mattered. You because she stuck around, made an effort to stay in touch rather than fade away and into her celebrity life.
"So who are you meeting? Do you have her insta? Does she have any exes on her profile?"
"Don't they delete all of those?"
"They might just hide their faces, I want to see what they dress like, see what her type is."
"Oh, anyways no, a friend set us up, I just have a name and a pic."
"No college, no background?" You tell Gahyeon what you know, and with a few taps she brings up an instagram profile.
"Is this her?" You're left to wonder if Gahyeon might just be in the wrong line of work as she starts scrolling through the pictures.
"I think so? Looks like the photo."
"Damn, no guys, or at least guys that look like exes."
"Just pick what you think looks good then."
"Hmm okay, then let's go!" Gahyeon has you following her like a puppy as her head turns on a swivel, walking down the many rows of shops. Suits, t-shirts, outerwear, innerwear, the place had it all.
"This and this, try them together." "Do this one instead." "Try the black one again? It looked better than the navy."
It also happened to have sleek spaghetti tops, skirts, and pretty one-pieces.
"Hold on to these for me?" "How does this look?" "Wait here, I think I liked the other one better."
You swear by the time you exit the market at least half of it is Gahyeon's purchases, and that you're holding all of it.
"Omo, you're such a nice boyfriend, helping her hold all the shopping." An old granny comments at the two of you exiting the area.
"What?" "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Gahyeon shouts loudly over you. "Some of it is his stuff too!"
"Aigoo, poor you." Gahyeon shoots a death glare as you kindly wave your hands at her.
"No granny, we're just friends."
"Do friends do that hmm? Have one person hold everything while the other one walks around like they own the place?" Gahyeon's flabbergasted, her mouth opening and closing comically as she slowly grows redder and redder.
"No no, this is me repaying a favor, she helped me pick some nice clothes!"
"Did she now?"
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