post #12

[seoulfulness]

Fics ( #11).

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Untitled f(x), Sulli/Luna
Listen To Iron Maiden

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one sequin at a time, exo, suho/kai 2/3

[anonymous]

“Yixing is in China,” Joonmyun finally points out. He hopes this doesn’t mean that Jongin really can teleport; that’s a headache he doesn’t want to think about, not at all.

Jongin’s mask cracks at this. “He…called…” It might have been a question.

Joonmyun finally stands up, crossing his arms across his chest and frowning, edging a bit into his disappointed leader voice. “Jongin, you’re in my room, in a pink skirt, with make up, and shaved legs, and excuse me for saying, but that’s one fucking hell of a hard on.”

Jongin blushes.

“What do you want me to tell you?” Joonmyun asks, “because I’m a little lost for words.” And it’s not because Jongin actually looks a little attractive dressed like this. It’s not because Joonmyun’s imagining him in heels and thinking about how curls would frame his face. It’s not because Joonmyun’s thinking about Jongin taking all of it off.

“Blackmail,” Jongin blurts.

“Yixing blackmailed you?” Maybe Wu Fan is needed; Joonmyun contemplates calling him.

“Yes. No! I mean…”

“Don’t lie to me.” Joonmyun hates it when people lie. “I don’t deserve that, Jongin. Either tell me or leave. I can’t read your mind. I’m tired, I’m hungry, and unless you have some serious crisis, get out.”

“Okay,” Jongin says. “I just. Fine. Yixing didn’t call. No one called, I-“ he swallows, “I did this.”

“Why would you do that?” Joonmyun does his best to channel Wu Fan.

Jongin is almost unable to meet his eye, “Um, because. I couldn’t think of anything else. I mean. I do all sorts of things, and you see all the things I do and you know practically everything about me but you still-“ he huffs. “I wanted you to see me. Differently.”

Well, Joonmyun certainly does now. “Should I ask for a psychologist? Because manly, sexy, charismatic Kai, is cross dressing for attention.” You could just hug me back, you could just smile at me, you could let me do something.

“Not Kai. Jongin.”

“Okay, Kim Jongin. How do you want me to see you?”

“Like,” Jongin says, and it is Jongin, not Kai. A slightly bashful, blushing, Jongin that’s just a little unsure of himself, “as if I’m someone you like. Someone you find attractive.”

Joonmyun’s suddenly glad he hadn’t kicked Jongin out and speed-dialed Wu Fan. “And you think this is it?”

“I couldn’t find a wig,” Jongin says, sort of glumly, “and this is the only skirt I could get my hands on without having to buy one. So…I just had to go with it.”

Joonmyun’s starting to realize that this whole debacle is not as planned as it looks.

“Also, I don’t own any books.”

He has to laugh at that, even though his hands are sweating and his breath is coming short and seven years of training still can’t hide how he actually feels. He’s long forgotten that he’s leader. “So, Kim Jongin wants my attention, wants me to look at him like how I do with girls that have long hair and read books, so he cross dresses in a short sequined skirt and lip gloss and says he wants me to find him attractive.”

“But you don’t?” Jongin asks, defeat making his voice heavy.