Memories of '08-'09 : And they Lived happily ever after - INCOMPLETE
Requester: ELF
Pairing: HanChul
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This is the last fanfic I wrote before I go writers block and quit... I'll eventually finish it, I hope.
“Do I have to wear this?”
“Yes, just for me.” He smiled weakly at me, taking in my appearance.
“I must look hideous.”
“Telling you that you looked beautiful would be an understatement.” A twitch.
“You’re lying to me. I can tell. You twitched your mouth.” A giggle.
“Baby, you do look beautiful. Always. Just now…you really do look like one.” He bent over and laughed uncontrollably.
I sighed. I’m dressed like a woman. Just to meet his parents. Just to make him happy. Well whoever said ‘Love makes us do crazy things’ is right.
Taking small, cautious steps, I come face to face with the mirror. On my dainty girly feet, is a pair of pink stilettos of which the strap is pushing against my white skin; sure to leave an angry red mark in the morning. I’m wearing a knee-length black skirt which I had to shave for. A rose pink blouse is covering my torso, pressed tightly against my tissue-stuffed bra. On my elegant finger is a ring with a large diamond set in the middle of the band and smaller diamonds surrounding the 5 carat beauty. Extensions that go all the way down my back complete the image.
Pairing: HanChul
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This is the last fanfic I wrote before I go writers block and quit... I'll eventually finish it, I hope.
“Do I have to wear this?”
“Yes, just for me.” He smiled weakly at me, taking in my appearance.
“I must look hideous.”
“Telling you that you looked beautiful would be an understatement.” A twitch.
“You’re lying to me. I can tell. You twitched your mouth.” A giggle.
“Baby, you do look beautiful. Always. Just now…you really do look like one.” He bent over and laughed uncontrollably.
I sighed. I’m dressed like a woman. Just to meet his parents. Just to make him happy. Well whoever said ‘Love makes us do crazy things’ is right.
Taking small, cautious steps, I come face to face with the mirror. On my dainty girly feet, is a pair of pink stilettos of which the strap is pushing against my white skin; sure to leave an angry red mark in the morning. I’m wearing a knee-length black skirt which I had to shave for. A rose pink blouse is covering my torso, pressed tightly against my tissue-stuffed bra. On my elegant finger is a ring with a large diamond set in the middle of the band and smaller diamonds surrounding the 5 carat beauty. Extensions that go all the way down my back complete the image.