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of tiny skirts and big crushes 5/?

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“Hey, I’m letting you win this game, I think that’s as much cheering up as you need.”

“You’re not letting me win,” she retorts, “I’m just better than you are!”

“Like hell you are,” Chanyeol replies, grinning. He nudges her shoulder with his. “Besides I’m just glad you didn’t come over in tears like when you broke up with Taemin.”

Jonghee laughs loudly. “Oh man, I will never forget how horrified you looked then.” Her eyes remain on the screen but Chanyeol is mostly watching her and he catches the smile working across her mouth. “You were really sweet though, you know,” she continues, “even if your attempts at distracting were terrible, you did make me feel better.”

Pleased, Chanyeol says, “Well, that’s what best friends are for, right?” He pushes aside the voice his head that continuously wishes he could be more than that.

Jonghee is quiet for a moment, and Chanyeol wonders if he said something wrong. But then she lets out a soft laugh and nods. “Right,” she says, and bumps Chanyeol’s shoulder with hers.

*

The next week it starts to get a little cooler and Chanyeol relishes the fact with the hope this means the tiny dresses Jonghee's been wearing will be replaced with jeans. Unfortunately, he's wrong. So very wrong, and every time he sees her she's still wearing something short and revealing.

"Aren't you cold?" he asks her when she drags him grocery shopping, wearing a white laced skirt and black tights that say bad girl all over. The thoughts that fill up in his head from that are probably going to fuel his wank fantasies for the next month.

"It's still pretty warm out," she says simply. "And that's what the tights are for."

Oh. Chanyeol was sure they were for ruining his life.

By the end of the week, Chanyeol really can't take it anymore. He's not going to make it if he sees Jonghee in another too-short skirt. He swears he will die on the spot.

When she comes over Saturday afternoon, letting herself into his room dressed in a hot pink skirt that just reaches her thighs and a loose fitted black tank top that slips off one shoulder and shows off her matching pink bra strap and Chanyeol doesn’t die, he's convinced the world is out to get him.

"Come on," she says, tugging him from bed. She won't quite meet his eyes, which Chanyeol finds it strange because she's seen him shirtless many times before. It could help if he put on pants, he guesses, but it his room and she barged in on her own. "Let's go get lunch."

When she seems to realize Chanyeol is not moving, she drops his arm with a huff and marches to his closet. She wrinkles her nose as she picks through clothes, holding up a pair of jeans to assess them before she throws them onto the bed. “Put those on,” she says, meeting his eyes for a second before looking away. She’s blushing and Chanyeol is kind of amazed.

Wordlessly, he slides out of bed and tugs on the jeans, watching as Jonghee continues sifting through his clothes to find him a shirt. She reaches up on her tip toes and her legs look so much longer like this, and Chanyeol is not going to pop a boner, he refuses. His body disagrees with him though, and he has to tear his eyes away. She lets out a cute sound of triumph when she finds a clean, deep red shirt with a low collar, one that Chanyeol remembers her saying he looked good in. She tosses that to him as well and he pulls it on. “Okay, we’ll go to lunch but first, can you please, please, please, for the sake of my sanity, just wear a longer skirt,” he blurts out when he catches her bending over to pick up some clothes from the floor, “Just, please."

Jonghee straightens up, eyes going round in surprise. She glances down at herself and then back up, fingers tugging at the hem of her skirt while her mouth sets into a thin line. “Why should I listen to you? It’s not like you’re my boyfriend.”