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"Jongho, please," he begged, his hands clasped together. "I'll do anything. Anything at all to make you stop being angry with me. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it. I just want you to talk to me again."
"Anything?" Jongho's voice was low, raspy from disuse.
Yeosang nodded frantically. "Anything."
Jongho's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile that didn't reach his eyes. He unfurled the item in his hand. It was a nurse's uniform, but not the kind one saw in a real hospital. The "dress" was a shocking, sterile white, made of a glossy, stretchy material. It was cut high, with a plunging neckline trimmed with flimsy red crosses, and the hem was so short Yeosang knew it wouldn't even reach mid-thigh. It looked more like a piece of lingerie than an outfit.
"Wear this," Jongho said, his tone flat and commanding. "Wear it, and I'll forgive you."
Yeosang's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious," he sputtered, a blush creeping up his neck.