Haul-lejuah

"Seulgi, what's all this?" you ask, carrying some groceries into her kitchen—you were going to cook her a meal to celebrate her upcoming solo debut.

"Oh hey oppa! I went shopping! Just taking a video of my haul for a vlog."

"Oh, cool, have fun."

"Wait, don't you want to join in?"

"Aren't you just filming the clothes? Why would I be in the shot? Not like I can fit in them."

"Noooo help me film it. Since you're here, I can model them and you can film me wearing them!"

"I have to cook though."

"You can cook later! Please?" Seulgi's too cute to say no to, so you agree and take a seat on the bed, grabbing her phone to start recording. "Be right back!"

Shortly after Seulgi emerges from the bathroom in a sleek black pullover and sweatpants, the white colored wristband and socks contrasting well with the overall all-black outfit.

"Not bad," you say, impressed at the fit. "Oops, do I have to be quiet?"

"No no, it's okay, I'll voiceover it later." Seulgi disappears into the bathroom again. She reappears with an all-grey set this time.

"Mmm, I like the black one more."

"Really? Hmm okay, this one is pretty comfortable too. Let me try on a few more." In the bathroom Seulgi spied the few more pieces of outerwear she bought, and her eyes wandered to the more revealing workout wear she got as well.

She only planned to film the outerwear for her haul video, but she didn't think she'd be posing and showing off for you too. And now that you were here, all the stress from preparing for her solo debut has come back in full force—or rather, her need for relief. Biting her lower lip she chooses her next outfit…

"How about this one? What do you think?" Seulgi smiles at the reaction you try to hide—your eyes open wide for a brief moment, flashing to her instead of making sure she's centered on the phone screen. You shake a little, but the phone's built-in stabilizer makes it unnoticeable. Seulgi's wearing a hot pink sports bra, and her leggings might as well have been painted onto her body with how form-fitting they are, highlighting the lines of her hips and legs.

"It's nice, looks good," you manage to say, your mouth suddenly dry.

"That's it? What do you really think?" She turns around, giving you a 360 degree view of her body.

"Umm, I like it more than the sweatshirt and sweatpants?" you say honestly, but obviously not telling her the whole truth.

"Pfft, fine, be right back." Seulgi goes back to the bathroom, undressing one more time before putting on one more set, in the colors she knew you liked. She exits again in an even more stunning black sports bra and loose black sweatpants, complete with a windbreaker. She teases you, shrugging the windbreaker off a shoulder.

"Well?"

"It's umm, I think, it's umm—" you struggle to come up with words.

"No no oppa, don't tell me what you think, tell me what you want to think." She lowers her hand to your crotch as she kisses your cheek. "But tell me later, one more outfit, keep that camera raised."

"Fuck Seul you're killing me." Seulgi returns to the bathroom, blushing in the mirror as her hand almost moves on its own between her legs. Wait, just wait! she tells herself. Subconciously she brushes a hand over her breast—she'll need to edit the video later, Seulgi's so stiff she's surprised her nipples aren't poking a hole through the sports bra. She takes a deep breath and scoops her final outfit into her arms.

Here we go.

Seulgi comes out holding the pieces of her last outfit, and you're sure the camera's shaking as she rids herself of the windbreaker.