Out of every outfit Song Mu tried on, he chose five (minus his jeans) that he liked and wanted. The first outfit was a dark grey button-up shirt with an attached black turtleneck and black cargo pants with chains to complete the look.
The second outfit was a long-sleeve white shirt with a high collar, black suspender pants, and a dark brown cardigan. The third outfit was a white sweater vest with a blue button-up shirt and black pants.
And the fourth outfit was grey and white checkerboard trousers with a black shirt and jacket to complete the look. Finally, the fifth outfit was a long white cardigan with buttons, a dark grey crop top, and high-waist black jeans. The last attire was different for him, but he liked how it looked.
He did show the outfits to Xian Bo when he tried them on, almost regretting it because Xian Bo had him turn in a circle a few times while embarrassingly posing. Once he finished changing back to his original outfit, Song Mu gave the ones he wanted to Xian Bo while handing the worker the ones he did not keep.
They walked to the cashier as Xian Bo paid for everything, not letting Song Mu get any cents in. They even paid for the two jeans Song Mu picked. “Are you ready for the next store?” Xian Bo smiled as they walked to one a few feet away.
Song Mu wanted to say no, but he stiffly smiled instead while nodding his head.
They went to a few more stores, only taking one break to eat before returning. Song Mu felt tired, and his feet were beginning to hurt, but he felt amazed with Xian Bo. They still looked energized.
Finally, after many bags that were weighing both their arms down (and getting Song Mu’s new glasses), they left the mall to go home. When they stepped outside, it was dark. Song Mu internally groaned; they were out for so long. But, it was a productive day as Song Mu got a new hairstyle, glasses, and almost 40 new outfits.
“How do you feel about tomorrow? It will be the first time your crush will see you with a different look.” Xian Bo asked.
Song Mu bit his lip, thinking about it.
Since the start of working with Ren Yu, he met Ren Yi. And during those times, he always came to work with his old look—nothing new nor slightly different. But, this time, he will enter with an upgraded version of himself.
Song Mu is nervous.
“I am nervous; what if, after the makeover, he still moves over my presence?” Song Mu tapped his fingers along his leg while looking out the window. His eyes watched the moving cars pass by.
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“Then you should let him go. You’re cute and have good qualities, so if he still cannot see it, then throw him away.” Xian Bo shrugged.
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“Look, brother, rant all you want, but please stop ripping your fabric for my dress; at this point, it would be a crop top.” A female voice sighed.
“Then what should I use to take my anger? I swear if my hand rest empty, I will go out to murder that man.”
“I thought you said you would do it once you see him?”
“Same difference.”
Entering the room, as the butler left once he did, Song Mu watched the siblings before him. Ren Yu sat in front of a vanity table with a mirror; she was putting up her messy hair while looking at her brother through the mirror.
Ren Yi stood behind his sister, pacing back and forward with fabric under him and in his hand. He looked angry and was ready to tear another piece again. He opened his mouth, getting ready to say another thing, when Ren Yu turned around and greeted Song Mu.
“Song Mu! Thank god you’re here already; I thought my brother was going to kill my ears.” She stood up from her seat, making her way towards Song Mu with open arms. But, she stopped once she noticed the new look.
She smirked, rubbing her chin, “Oh my, this is different. After a few years and you finally changed your look. Who are you trying to look cute for?”
Ren Yi stopped earlier to yell at his sister for saying he was going to kill her ears when he paused once his eyes saw Song Mu. As Ren Yi looked at Song Mu, something clicked in his mind that he had to draw and make before it slipped away.
“Ren Yi, doesn’t Song Mu look cute?”
Song Mu blushed, looking down as he played with his fingers once Ren Yu started with the questions. His mouth opened and shut as he tried looking for words to say. What could he say instead of mentioning how he has a crush on Ren Yu’s brother?
Then, she made his heart beat faster and his face turn redder as she asked her last question. He kept looking down, even though he wanted to see Ren Yi’s face as he answered.
At the same time, he dreaded a response. Because what if Ren Yi said he was not cute? God, he wants to run away.
But instead of him running away, Ren Yi walked out of the room without another word. Song Mu felt his stomach drop as he looked up, barely seeing Ren Yi as he walked past him.
He tried hiding his disappointment and slight relief.
“He could have said something before leaving like a madman. Who is going to clean this mess?” Ren Yu complained as she walked closer to Song Mu. She grabbed his arm, cutting him from his thoughts.
“It is fine. Ren Yi seemed busy.”
“Busy catching my ears on fire.” She rolled her eyes, pulling him towards the vanity desk.
Humming, Song Mu pushed his feelings away; he should focus on his work before getting depressed over Ren Yi. “What look does the photoshoot want?”
“Dystopian look.”
“Okay.” He made his way to a small closet, pulling out the makeup he needed. Song Mu could have brought his equipment, but Ren Yu liked using particular makeup that was too expensive for him. So, she buys it herself and keeps it in her office.
Once he grabbed the needed makeup, he started working on Ren Yu.
Song Mu walked into the kitchen, grabbing a drink as he took a break. The hairstylist came over and needed to start on her hair, so Song Mu took a short break. As he opened the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, and closed it, Ren Yi walked into the kitchen.
Ren Yi had a sketchbook in his hand, muttering as he looked at a drawing. He shook his head, erasing something before redrawing it.
And Song Mu, being his awkward self as he forgot that Ren Yu already ignored him, opened his mouth and said, “H-Hi.”
He mentally slapped himself. God, Song Mu, what is wrong with you? He began arguing with himself.
Ren Yi looked up, narrowly staring at Song Mu while tapping his pencil on his sketchbook. It was silent for a few seconds as Ren Yi stared at Song Mu, making him nervous.
“Are you on break?” Ren Yi finally spoke.
“Y-Yes.” Song Mu wanted to hide in a hole because he could not stop stuttering. He talked with Ren Yi before. Well, it was short greetings, but still, it happened. So, why can’t he stop stuttering?
“Follow me.” Ren Yi walked away. Song Mu quickly followed him while tightly holding his water bottle, wondering what was happening.
They walked towards Ren Yi’s office, entering it. Song Mu looked around the room and saw a few mannequins, a rack of clothes, a long table with fabric and a sewing machine on it, two small closets, many drawings on the wall, etc.
Ren Yi stopped, causing Song Mu to pause abruptly as Ren Yi turned around to face him. “Strip.”
“What?” Song Mu’s heart jumped out of his chest and died. How many times do you hear your crush telling you to strip?
“Strip. I have an outfit idea and want to use you as a muse, but to start on it, I need you to strip.”
Song Mu would not mind being Ren Yi’s muse, but he did not want to strip. The reason is that his body was covered in tattoos—he didn’t want Ren Yi looking at him weirdly because of them. He gripped his arm while biting his lip.
What should he do?
Thanks for the chapteer~
Boy, just strip haha ^__^
I bet Ren Yi would fall for you more <33
Walking out becoz your shy? Ren Yi, we know coz we’ve been there, done that haha :))
Thanks for the chapter! <33
Oohh somebody didn’t think very far ahead lol if all goes well, he’s going to see the ink some time, yeah?