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“So pretty,” Taehyung’s big, box smile takes over his face as Emily and I exit the dressing rooms.
“I agree,” Namjoon nods. “Are those the last ones you need to try on?”
“Yeah,” I nod and look over at Emily. “Damn, looking good sister.”
Emily chuckles and looks at me, “I’ll say the same to you. You’re looking so damn good.”
The two of us burst out into laughter as the two boys just smile at us.
Emily is wearing a summer dress that goes to her mid-thigh. The straps are thin, and the collar doesn’t go too low. The design is simple and colorful: flowers of all different sizes fill up the dress, colors ranging from red to yellow to blue make it overly eye catching. A pair of white or black sandals would complete the look.
My dress is also a summer dress, and it passes my knees and stops mid-shin. It has t-shirt like sleeves, and the collar barely shows my collarbones. It has a tie-dye design with yellow, blue, and light red all over, never quite mixing to form other colors. High-top Converse will look good with it.
“Best ones,” Taehyung speaks up. “We are getting.”
“Yeah,” Namjoon says. “Those dresses are perfect on you two. They were, um, made for you. That’s something you Americans say, right?”
Emily and I break our gazes on one another’s dresses, and look back at the boys.
“Yeah. That’s the saying,” I confirm. “Do they really look that perfect on us?”
“That’s too kind,” Emily giggles. “You’ve made me blush.”
Namjoon smirks, “I’m glad that made you happy.”
I smile a tad bigger somehow at their exchange. “I’m overjoyed that you two are getting along.”
“How could we not?” Emily questions. “He’s such a gentleman.”
Taehyung pouts, “Don’t understand.”
“Sorry Tae,” Namjoon pats the boy on the back before diving into Korean.
After a minute or so, Taehyung is caught up and smiling again. He’s such a kid at heart.
“Tae says you are like the stars, Amber.” Namjoon translates Taehyung. “Always shining and beautiful.”
I meet Taehyung’s eyes and can’t hold back the blush that spreads on my cheeks. “You are so creative. Thank you.”
“Cheeks are red,” Taehyung smirks.
I nervously laugh, “They are. That’s your doing.”
“I did good?”
“Yes, Taehyung. Beyond good.”
“Okay,” Namjoon breaks up our moment. “Enough of this gushy, love stuff. You two, change back into your other clothes so we can buy those dresses. Then let’s go get something to eat.”
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