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of tiny skirts and big crushes 3/?

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Chanyeol is 100% sure the world is against him. Either that, or Jonghee knows how he feels about her and she’s doing this on purpose, just to torture him. Those are the only two reasons Jonghee has started to wear the shortest pieces of clothing Chanyeol has ever seen. Short skirts, dresses, even shorts that barely seem to cover up anything. Jonghee always complains about the heat and, sure, Chanyeol gets that. He does. He walks around in his underwear all the time to fight it off, but that’s indoors. Jonghee puts on the shortest dress when they go out on the weekends to see a movie. Jonghee wears tiny shorts to play soccer. Jonghee answers the door in oversized t-shirts that come down to her thighs when Chanyeol stops over to ask her for help on an assignment.

Chanyeol is going insane.

It doesn’t help that Jonghee sometimes treats him like he’s Sejung, calling Chanyeol over just to get his opinion on an outfit to wear on a date. Those times are really the worst because Chanyeol can’t do much but sit on her bed and watch as she darts back and forth between her closet and the foot of the bed to twirl around for him and ask his opinion.

Chanyeol thinks Jonghee looks perfect in everything and doesn’t mind telling her so. She usually thinks he’s kidding anyway, but the flush on her cheeks tells him she’s pleased, even as she scoffs and mutters, “Useless,” under her breath.

“How about this?” she asks, stepping out of her closet in a very short black skirt and ruffled white top. Chanyeol is finding it more and more difficult to not stare at her legs every time she walks out. He’s pretty sure each new outfit she puts on gets shorter.

Chanyeol gives her a quick once over before dropping his gaze back onto the magazine he’d snagged off her desk. “Isn’t that too...revealing?” he asks carefully, remembering her reaction from earlier that week when he mentioned her skirt was too short. He doesn’t want to make her angry.

“That is sort of the point,” Jonghee says lightly, turning away from examining herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her door. “I am going on a date, you know.”

That’s the last thing Chanyeol wants to be reminded of, his heart aching just thinking about it. “But you’re going to a movie, I don’t think you need to dress like a hooker.”

Jonghee makes this noise halfway between a gasp and a shout of rage. She grabs a large, stuffed teddy bear that Chanyeol had won for her at a festival two years ago and throws it at his head. He laughs, dodging easily, and pulls the bear to his chest. “Don’t be such an asshole,” she snaps. “I can wear whatever I want.”

Holding his hands up in defense, Chanyeol nods quickly. “Of course you can, I’m just saying,” he says lamely, not really sure how to tell her he hates seeing her dress like this because he doesn’t want anyone else to look at her, because he wants to be the only one to see her like this. He swallows the urge down though because Jonghee is standing before him, hands behind her back and expression uncertain.

“Honestly, do you think Junmyeon-oppa will like it?” she asks, pressing her pointer finger into her bottom lip the way she does all the time when she’s thinking about something. Chanyeol’s always found it adorable, except these days it only draws more attention to her full lips and then all he wants is to lean over and kiss her.

“I’m sure Junmyeon would like it if you wore pants. That covered your legs,” Chanyeol says pointedly.

Jonghee drops her hand from her face and gives him a weird look. “What’s up with you? It’s like you’ve never seen a girl in a skirt before.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Chanyeol shrugs and keeps his eyes on the magazine. He’s probably read the same page about ten times and he still has no idea what it says. “I just think you don’t need to try so hard to impress some guy,” he finally says, and his face feels impossibly hot all of a sudden.