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Kim Dohoon was okay with a lot of things. He liked to push boundaries between relationships (in a positive way), and liked to play around with fashion among other things. He’s tried wearing his mother’s accessories when he was younger, the bags, the bracelets, the vintage clip-on earrings that Dohoon thought were unique, was just the beginning. So when his mother had cleaned out her old clothes over the Christmas break when he was home, he didn’t expect himself to be so drawn towards the few skirts that his mother had taken out of her wardrobe.
See, Dohoon recalls his mother wearing some of the skirts, but he had never saw the skirt she used to wear in the past. The skirts were rather short, something that didn’t fit his mother’s age and style nowadays, and something that was somehow relevant to now. They called it Y2K style, and Dohoon knew that as a challenger and fellow-fashion expert at the Y2K style, he thinks that he could potentially rock it: the skirt. He had secretly taken a few of the skirts that had fitted him perfectly at his waist (and potentially something that could be his style) to try in his own room.
To no one’s surprise, it had fit. It was rather snug at the waist but other than that, Dohoon thinks, as he glances at the mirror that he was blessed with some pretty legs. His tall statue gave him long and thin legs that made the skirts look rather good. Thank you, mom and dad. Perhaps it was a bit risky, and out of his comfort zone to wear out in public (alone without pants underneath, lol yolo) but maybe one day. It was something that Dohoon could try to work with his closet over at the dorms.
His style had since evolved over time, and although he still fit his old clothes at his parent’s home, they were all soccer/football jerseys. That was the style he used to like: Street Fashion. Dohoon was still a fan of that, but he likes to think that he’s since developed a more mature and evolved taste (especially after their group became brand ambassadors with Celine). There was nothing like being versatile, for someone like himself, Dohoon liked being able to wear all sorts of styles and blend into all sorts of genres.
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The dorm was pretty empty that day. Dohoon had made sure of it, the others were out for schedules, or had their own extracurriculars going. The last thing Dohoon wanted was others to see him casually lounging around the dorm with his bare legs out (in a skirt); a nosy Han Jihoon who would definitely have something teasing to say. Technically, it wasn’t that different from him wearing shorts. If Dohoon thought about it, he’s probably seen Youngjae walking around with shorts shorter than the mini skirts in his room. But still, he wanted to take caution; perhaps the members wouldn’t mind as much if they saw him, Dohoon doesn’t know. All of them were pretty chill, and so what if Dohoon was just being a bit fashion-forward? At least, he was still indoors, inside the comfort and safety of their dorm.
As the only rest day he had in a while, Dohoon wanted to make sure that he got enough time alone. At work, he was always surrounded with others. The MC job that he had practically took up most of his days, and even if he wasn’t alone, he was with the members for dance practice, etc. A day where he was just going to be with himself was going to be the best relaxation he would have (besides that quick trip to his parent’s home the other day) for a while. The TWS schedule had been super busy of late.
Dohoon looks at the mirror. Currently, he had a simple grey t-shirt on with a black mini skirt. It contrasted his striped quarter socks he had on his feet. It was alright, maybe not the best outfit he had pulled together but it looked pretty good. As an idol, they had to wax their legs for a clean-appearance on stage and it definitely helped with what Dohoon saw now. His smooth, long legs made the look overall more pleasing and Dohoon made a small satisfied hum as he left his room to go to the kitchen.
It was lunch time, and he had ordered take out. By what he saw on his phone, the delivery was about to arrive any moment now. Even if he was going to grab the takeout, he would be safe. There was no one around in their apartment corridor at this time; everyone was supposed to be at work with the exception of himself.
From outside, Dohoon thinks he hears someone drop off the food and he makes his way to the door. It should have been fine, yet he suddenly hears the door unlocking. For a second, Dohoon wonders if it’s too soon to hide. It’s only a few more seconds before the door would open to reveal someone, and Dohoon just prays that at least it’s not the manager. He doesn’t know he should explain himself.
Dohoon closes his eyes as he leaps towards the side of the living room. He tries hiding right next to the laundry pile, there are some clothes laundered dry on the rack next to him. It’s not the best hiding spot, but at least there was something to block him from being viewable at first glance.
Dohoon tries to breathe. He counts the seconds and waits for someone to say something. He tries to listen for the footsteps that may go somewhere else, somewhere past the livingroom and kitchen and directly into their respective bedrooms.
But alas, things don’t go the way you want them to do they?
“Dohoon?”
For fucks sakes it was Shinyu! Dohoon knows that he will forever be embarrassed and scarred by his memory if the other caught him wearing whatever he was wearing. In some ways, Dohoon knew that the leader was very open-minded and didn’t mind the many things that Dohoon did around their home. Dohoon, who sometimes skipped out on honourifics, the few exceptions that Shinyu sometimes let slide whenever Dohoon said something out of the blue (bordering the line of being rude, due to their age differences)... But this, him in a dress, was very much open to perception.
Dohoon was going to have to let himself be judged by the other and he didn’t know if he was ready for that. Dohoon tries to breathe and doesn’t reply. But as he waits, he spots the other’s foot step into the living area and Dohoon crouches down immediately. He does whatever his brain tells him as he panics beyond his own belief and Dohoon thinks that there’s a laundry basket that’s hiding the front profile of him, or at least some part of him. If the other spots him, it should only be the slither of skin that remains from his leg, and maybe the skirt bunched up to his thighs. He wouldn't be the first stimulus in the other’s sight.
The first thing should be the laundry, the basket, and then him. That was the game plan. Except, it seemed like wherever Dohoon went, Shinyu always knew where he was.
"Are you hiding from me?"
The other paused in the middle of the living room and although Dohoon was still crouched over, he could hear the other’s footsteps coming closer. At this point, Dohoon knew that his cover was blown. He thought about what he could possibly say to defend himself, whatever excuse that could justify why he wanted to wear a skirt other than the fact that it truthfully made him feel a little pretty, and it looked good.
“Dohoon?”
“You don’t see anything.” Dohoon closes his eyes. He knows his ears are burning already. He feels it in his soul.
“Are you-“ Dohoon remains crouched.
“I’m experimenting.” Dohoon replies sarcastically.
That’s all he can say. When Dohoon opens his eyes, he expects Shinyu to look at him funny. He was the kid that was sometimes weird in the head, along with Jihoon, and had something whacky up his sleeve again. That was what he was known for anyways. He was the sometimes "weird," besides the many "weird" instances the members were together.
But as Dohoon remains burning in his spot, Shinyu doesn’t seem to be that bothered at all. If anything, Dohoon thinks that the other looks intrigued.
“Come on, it’s fine. I brought in your take out. Let’s eat together, I brought some Hwe (A/N: sashimi in Korean) home for lunch to share.”
Dohoon waits for Shinyu to turn around. He’ll make his escape to his room to change while the other wasn’t looking. But Shinyu doesn’t turn around. He just stands there, waiting.
“Get up.”
“Nooo, I can’t-“ Dohoon wails. There was no point making a big deal, but still. He wasn’t ready yet, he could make up an excuse like his legs had gotten numb so he could stand up later or something.
“Are you a baby or something?”
"No, I just need a moment."
There's a laugh and then the next thing Shinyu does makes Dohoon shriek and gasp all at once. His brain is in jumbles. The other pulls him up for a princess carry, and at this point, if Dohoon didn’t want to die already, he can die now. As the other scooped him up, Dohoon’s hand instinctively wrapped around the other’s neck, and he burrowed his head into the crook of the other’s neck.
If wearing a skirt made him feel shameful for being seen, then being carried like this when the two of them was alone, crucified him on the inside. The other’s hand that touched his skin on his bare thighs made Dohoon feel warm. He didn’t need to look at the other to know that Shinyu was probably smiling, smirking, or probably laughing at him. It was something the other probably wouldn’t let go of, something that the other could tease him for as blackmail for future references.
“You’re so red.”
“Shut up.”
Dohoon thinks he hears the other call him cute. As Shinyu brought him to the kitchen and put him down, Dohoon thought that perhaps now, he had the chance to run for his room. But there wasn’t enough time, as soon as his foot touched the floor, the mini skirt showed its full length (not even reaching his mid thigh, due to his proportions) and Dohoon felt his arm being tugged by the other.
“Where are you going? Let’s eat.”
“I need to change.”
As if that wasn't obvious. It was apparent now that Shinyu had saw what he was wearing after the other's eyes were glued to the short skirt on his body.
“No, it’s fine. It’s cute on you, you could change after before the members come home.”
As if Shinyu wasn’t a member himself. Dohoon didn’t how to feel considering that Shinyu didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t a big deal to the other, and maybe deep down, Dohoon wished that the other had given him some kind of response. A reaction that Dohoon could categorize at the back of his mind to figure out if he was being judged positively or negatively. He was still feeling a bit uncertain, although Dohoon felt that the skirt did make him look good (aka his legs), there was something that made him feel self-conscious.
“Are you sure?” Dohoon didn’t why he felt the need for the other’s opinion. Usually, he knew himself better than that, and didn’t go around asking others if he looked good. But maybe deep down, he wanted some sort of approval from the other. It was strange but at some point, Dohoon found himself looking at the other for verification, something that told him that he was doing the right thing, or that he was going down the right path.
Dohoon pointed to his skirt, if this was a variety show, he might have been okay doing a little curtsy and a princess twirl, but in real life, Dohoon was just shy. He was just a shy boy.
“Considering you have one of the best legs in our group, I think you look great.”
Wow, thanks. But that's all? Dohoon wonders if he’s fishing for compliments as somehow the other’s words didn’t feel sufficient enough.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“Well, you look very cute.” Now that, Dohoon thinks is an answer he could accept. He just wanted to know if he looked good, and cute was enough. Dohoon smiles, maybe preens a little, he doesn’t know. At least he feels happy.
But even as they ate through lunch, Dohoon felt like the other had something else to say. Something that had the other’s gear moving in his head, something that Dohoon felt like the other was holding back from him. It didn’t help that Dohoon found the other staring at him more than usual as he continued to eat.
“What?” Dohoon gave the other a small kick with his foot. Shinyu paused. In a normal situation, the older may have scolded him or asked why he kicked him, but Dohoon felt like Shinyu should know better. The other had no reason to lie or hold information when it was just the two of them. They were always honest with each other.
“Is something on my face? Why do you keep looking at me like that. You can’t stop smiling either.” The smile on Shinyu’s face doesn’t disappear. It’s as if Shinyu can’t stop the grin that’s etched on his face. A permanent grin that irritated Dohoon the more he saw it.
“I just can’t stop thinking about you wearing the skirt. It’s so cute.”
Dohoon tries not to spit out the water he had just sipped. The other was usually honest, but was never this straight with his words. In fact, Dohoon thinks that this was the right moment to call the other out.
“You are a pervert.”
“I think seeing you in a skirt has been the cutest thing I’ve seen you do all year.”
Dohoon thinks he was going to be red again. He knew he had had little antics that he couldn't explain. The little words he said to himself sometimes, the little sounds and noises he made whenever he was nervous, or just feeling it out of the blue. He may have been influenced by the others at some point in picking up the weird alien noises, but other than that, Dohoon doesn't know.
"I like this a lot actually." The other’s hand had been placed on top his thigh somehow and Dohoon would have brushed the other off, if Dohoon didn’t secretly like the feeling of their leader treating him a bit differently.
“There won’t be a next time.” Dohoon’s adamant as he says it. He’ll bring the skirts back home, no one else needs to know. No more embarassing moments like the one he was experiencing today. The humiliation was almost next level.
“What if I like it when you dress up for me like that though?”
It’s daring, provocative even, the things that come out of Shinyu’s mouth. Dohoon doesn’t know how he should respond when the other stands up from across the table to be closer to him. It almost makes him feel like he’s a dirty secret, except the secret of him wearing the skirt was his own. Dohoon doesn’t know what to say, he’s never thought that Shinyu would have ever saw him this way. Of course, Dohoon didn’t know or care too much about what Shinyu liked (who was he to judge) but the last thing Dohoon could ever fathom was the other liking him like “this.”
“Don’t you want to be my baby?” Dohoon thinks that in another parallel universe, he would have scoffed at the other’s cheesy pick-up line. Unfortunately, in this universe, he happened to somehow enjoy the words that came out of the older’s mouth. He was such a loser.
Shinyu’s hands reached for his waist as he pulled Dohoon up to stand like a doll. It was so natural, as if the other knew what he was doing. Now of course, Dohoon’s used to the many waist grabs the other gave him, but this just felt a bit different.
“Let’s go princess. You’ve got to show me what other skirts you pulled from nowhere.”
Dohoon shakes his head. The other knew him too well to even think that he had more skirts hiding in his room (the truth). But where was the lie? There were a few more skirts stashed in his room.
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The other skirts ranged from a similar length to a few even shorter. If Dohoon was feeling a bit too overexposed with how much leg he was giving, the other only seemed to enjoy it even more. The other practically had the same response for every skirt he tried on. It didn’t matter what colour, or what length, the Shinyu was practically memorizing each skirt Dohoon wore into his memory. The other had claimed that it was the hottest thing ever.
“You’re actually such a pervert, Shinyu.”
“My baby’s never looked so good.”
Shinyu couldn't help himself as he tests out a light touch on Dohoon’s calf. Dohoon doesn’t know why he bothers. Whatever they were doing clearly had a thin line between fashion expression, itself, and just being a prey to Shinyu’s perverted fantasies.
“Shinyu, the others-” Dohoon pauses as he tries to listen for any change in sound. They’ve been in his room for the past half hour now, and the members were probably going to come back soon.
“They won’t come back any time soon. I told them to come back at six.” Dohoon huffs. The other had purposefully told the others to come home later so that he can marvel at Dohoon’s legs himself. While Dohoon’s astounded that the other happened to like him wearing skirts this much, it was too much of the other to use his leadership status for something like this.
“You’re actually such a freak.” Shinyu wraps his large hand around his thighs as he pulls Dohoon closer to give a quick peck near his knee. The other had been sitting on the floor looking up at him while Dohoon changed to show off the different type of skirts. At some point, Dohoon had to restrict the other's access of touching him. At some point, the other was starting to get a bit too handsy, especially with the way Shinyu's hands were slowly creeping upwards towards his underwear (what a perv).
“And you’re mine.”