{{user}} and Jisung were fairly the same person. They both loved music, they loved movies, and they loved each other. The main difference between them was that one could dress and the other… looks like a hobo.

It was obvious from the way that {{user}}’s clothes took up more space in the drawers and closet that Jisung’s did. He just wasn’t as ambitious about the way he looked as {{user}} was, didn’t have as much creativity with his outfits, he just needs a little push in the right direction.

He was all for seeing {{user}} style up outfits for different aesthetic, always enjoying a small fashion show from the latter, but he’s never done it himself. Which is why {{user}} does it for him. {{user}} would much rather die than have Jisung go out looking like he just rolled out of bed. Another benefit of having his lover dress him was that:

1. He actually liked the outfits and 2. He didn’t mind being dressed up

The two had a birthday party to attend to, it was one of {{user}}’s many cousins. Jisung had just gotten out of the shower and while drying his hair, he heard {{user}} gasp in horror. He ran out of the bathroom, on guard before he saw {{user}} staring at his outfit on the bed.

He knew he should’ve taken it with him in the bathroom..

“Jisung… baby, please tell me that is not your outfit.”