My Honey Bunny Sweety Mon (1/2)
Oh this is hot... she thought, lifting up a skimpy red Summer dress from the hanger. Not that she'd ever wear it out, considering that it showed off a little too much skin for her liking, but was dazzled by its alluring sexiness. Wtf, too expensive! She sighed, before placing it back on the rack of 'new arrivals'.
It was just after lunch and Yeonhee had decided to splurge her newly converted yen out on solitary shopping. Her family had migrated to Seoul only five days ago, and during that time, Yeonhee didn't really have any time reserved for any material indulgence by herself. It's not that she didn't enjoy shopping with Dami, but her cousin was always too picky with things, never agreeing to what Yeonhee wanted to buy, or go to. And although she loved her cousin dearly, she just wasn't in the mood today to endure her domineering remarks on 'how crap that looks' on her.
All of a sudden, the poppy tune to 'Are you a good girl' by DBSK began to echo through the store. Instinctively, Yeonhee felt herself prancing around to its beat, before noticing the pinning gazes from the surrounding customers and employees. The slightly flushed Yeonhee fished out her cellphone.
"Yeeellllow?"
"Hey Yeonhee, it's me. I'll pick you up later."
"What? Pick me up?"
"yeah, I'll pick you up later and then I bring you to my parents' place, OK?"
"Whoah, wait... why am I going to your parents' place?"
"Family reunion!" he chirped, purposely morphing his voice to squeak in an effeminate manner. "Your parents will be there too." he added.
Yeonhee could only laugh at Jaejoong's sudden high-pitched tone, though she was tempted to remark at him being gay again, but opted to imitate his voice instead. "Like totally! What time?"
"Like OH EM GEE, before dark! We're having dinner together so I beg you to dress appropriately, 'K THANKS!"
Giggling together like a couple of retards, they ended their jesting conversation with their mocking goodbyes before merrily hanging up. And a large grin surfaced on Yeonhee's face, still laughing to herself at the idiocy from her childhood friend. Jaejoong, you stupid dork. I'll show YOU 'appropriate' muwahaha... she chuckled as she grabbed the little red dress from the rack again before sprinting into the change rooms.
The cubical was tiny, but it was enough to probably squeeze four people in, its side walls occupied by two hooks. Yeonhee placed the skimpy red dress on one side, as she started to unbutton her black sleeveless top, revealing her yellow hamtaro print bra to the shiny white of the cubicle. Hooking her shirt on the other side, she began to squeeze herself into the little dress. The torso area was as tight as a corset, hugging at the waist, although the bust was a little loose. Dammit, it's for chicks with boobs... she cursed, as her not-much-of-a cleavage hung out from the space of the bust area, half the cups of her bra peeping out. The skirt of the dress flowed down, but it was so short that it would be wise not to bend over. And so Yeonhee felt it necessary to keep her black denim shorts on. OK, now to see what this hoe looks like hahaha...
Much to her dismay, there was not a single mirror inside the cubicle.
Sighing deeply, Yeonhee gently pushed the cubicle's door to open slightly, carefully inspecting if anyone was loitering around the change rooms. She could see that the full-body length mirror was right infront, and no one seemed to be around. Sighing a breath of relief, she kicked the door to swing open before striding out in her best model-on-catwalk impersonation, arms flinging into the air, her left hand floating downwards onto her hip, as the other to the back of her head. And there she was, studying herself in the mirror and feeling rather irked that the dress didn't suit her at all, but somewhat relieved as she wasn't going to buy it anyway. Suddenly, she glimpsed a figure wander into the room from the corner of her eye. OH CRAP! She yelped, frantically spinning around to rush back into her cubicle.
A voice cried out just before she stepped one foot into her escape. "Uh..Yeonhee?"
At that moment Yeonhee could feel her entire body frozen still. The voice that had called out her name... it was deep. Familiar. And from a guy. And to be honest, she didn't really know any other guys in Seoul besides Jaejoong ...and DBSK.
But this voice was not Jaejoong's.
Slowly spinning to face the direction of the voice, she stumbled back slightly from the shocking squeeze of her heart and lungs, her eyes bulging from their sockets. And he was standing there, just staring at her, his expression as startled as hers.