Shadows
Shadows
pseudo!Lime (Hello Venus) x Ren (NU'EST);
PG-13; 848w
Hyerim skips school to avoid her crush. Minki does it to cross dress.
A/N: For unnideul Post 2
There’s a sort of expectation one has, traversing the warehouses when school is in session. Hyerim guesses delinquents and punks, or maybe just people like her, skipping for their own unique reasons.
She doesn’t expect to see a pretty boy in middle of cross dressing. Quickly, before he noticed, Hyerim takes out her phone and counts off in a cheerful voice “1, 2, 3!”
The boy turns in the middle of sliding on a pair of black stockings and his eyes widen just slightly. Were the expression not saved to her phone now in the form a picture, Hyerim would have never guessed it was there, as the small display of shock has already melted away. He observes her calmly now, face cold and unyielding.
She eyes the clothes at his feet, a boys uniform arranged in a pile. The uniform he is in the process of putting on is the same as hers. She cocks her head in thought, trying to remember a face like his. Surely he must be popular, looking the way he did.
But then again, she never did care much for boys.
She returns the phone to her pocket and the two stare off. She hasn’t really thought of what she intends to do with such blackmail material. She had taken it on a whim, partially as a way of injecting some fun into her day.
He turns away and puts on the rest of the outfits.
“You don’t care that I have your picture?”
“If you wanted something from me, you’d have already said it. Something tells me you’re just doing it cause you’re bored.”
Hyerim laughs. “True. But that doesn't mean I'll delete. Don't you care if I spread it?”
“Of course. But you haven't said what you wanted.” The boy finally finishes putting on his outfit and retrieves a makeup kit from his bag.
Hyerim watches him apply foundation with interest.
"So what's your name?"
"You think I'd give you more information to add to my blackmail?"
“Hm, good point. Different question then. So why do you cross dress?”
He sighs. “I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“So why then?”
He puts the foundation away and takes out a tube of pale pink lipstick. “Because I can.”
Hyerim blinks at the comments, not particularly understanding the meaning behind it. “Huh.”
“When you look this good, why not?”
“So you skipped school to feed your ego?”
Done with the lipstick he picks up some mascara and applies it lightly.
“This is my cousin's uniform. School is the only time I can be with it without being caught. Any other time I run the risk of coming across her.”
He packs up the makeup kit and noticing the lull in their conversation, turns to stare at her expectedly.
“What?”
“Why did you skip class?”
She shrugs. “Didn’t feel like going.”
“Why not?”
“If you really want to know. It's like this, my best friend dyed her recently which caused me to realize I've been in love with her all this time, and just when I want to confess, she goes out with some tall kid with a voice that could rival a chain smokers. I’d rather not see them lovey dovey on their first week together. The honeymoon phase is disgusting.” Her lips curl at the thought.
She looks over at him as he puts on a long blond wig and something shifts in her eyes. He looks every bit a female as she does.
“You know, I have a thing for blonds.” She runs her fingers through the hair, smooth and silky. It’s noticeably fake, most likely crafted from synthetic fibers. She twirls some strands around her finger.
“You want me to delete this photo?" She pauses to look for confirmation and he nods. "Then don’t move.”
She moves in and presses her lips to his. The move catches him off guard he’s still, curious and questioning but finds himself easily drawn in to the sensations. So he kisses back and his hands finds themselves on her waist and her fingers reach up to tangle in his hair.
And then she breaks away just as suddenly and bursts into laughter.
“What?” He's affronted by the sudden break and her laughter seems taunting.
“You definitely aren’t gay alright.”
“what do you mean?”
She points down, gesturing at his skirt and he looks down only to immediately turn his front away. She seems the faintest splatter of pink across his face.
Humming pleasantly to herself she takes the phone out of her pocket.
“Hey look, I’m deleting it okay?” She raises the phone out so he can see her delete it. Her finger presses the button and the picture vanishes, now replaced with the next item in the gallery.
Ren’s eyes focus on the picture of a blonde girl with a wide smile, cuteness seeming to flow naturally from every expression.
She looks at the screen and smiles fondly at the picture before returning the phone to her pocket. With a tiny wave, Hyerim turns and walks out of the alleyway.
pseudo!Lime (Hello Venus) x Ren (NU'EST);
PG-13; 848w
Hyerim skips school to avoid her crush. Minki does it to cross dress.
A/N: For unnideul Post 2
There’s a sort of expectation one has, traversing the warehouses when school is in session. Hyerim guesses delinquents and punks, or maybe just people like her, skipping for their own unique reasons.
She doesn’t expect to see a pretty boy in middle of cross dressing. Quickly, before he noticed, Hyerim takes out her phone and counts off in a cheerful voice “1, 2, 3!”
The boy turns in the middle of sliding on a pair of black stockings and his eyes widen just slightly. Were the expression not saved to her phone now in the form a picture, Hyerim would have never guessed it was there, as the small display of shock has already melted away. He observes her calmly now, face cold and unyielding.
She eyes the clothes at his feet, a boys uniform arranged in a pile. The uniform he is in the process of putting on is the same as hers. She cocks her head in thought, trying to remember a face like his. Surely he must be popular, looking the way he did.
But then again, she never did care much for boys.
She returns the phone to her pocket and the two stare off. She hasn’t really thought of what she intends to do with such blackmail material. She had taken it on a whim, partially as a way of injecting some fun into her day.
He turns away and puts on the rest of the outfits.
“You don’t care that I have your picture?”
“If you wanted something from me, you’d have already said it. Something tells me you’re just doing it cause you’re bored.”
Hyerim laughs. “True. But that doesn't mean I'll delete. Don't you care if I spread it?”
“Of course. But you haven't said what you wanted.” The boy finally finishes putting on his outfit and retrieves a makeup kit from his bag.
Hyerim watches him apply foundation with interest.
"So what's your name?"
"You think I'd give you more information to add to my blackmail?"
“Hm, good point. Different question then. So why do you cross dress?”
He sighs. “I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“So why then?”
He puts the foundation away and takes out a tube of pale pink lipstick. “Because I can.”
Hyerim blinks at the comments, not particularly understanding the meaning behind it. “Huh.”
“When you look this good, why not?”
“So you skipped school to feed your ego?”
Done with the lipstick he picks up some mascara and applies it lightly.
“This is my cousin's uniform. School is the only time I can be with it without being caught. Any other time I run the risk of coming across her.”
He packs up the makeup kit and noticing the lull in their conversation, turns to stare at her expectedly.
“What?”
“Why did you skip class?”
She shrugs. “Didn’t feel like going.”
“Why not?”
“If you really want to know. It's like this, my best friend dyed her recently which caused me to realize I've been in love with her all this time, and just when I want to confess, she goes out with some tall kid with a voice that could rival a chain smokers. I’d rather not see them lovey dovey on their first week together. The honeymoon phase is disgusting.” Her lips curl at the thought.
She looks over at him as he puts on a long blond wig and something shifts in her eyes. He looks every bit a female as she does.
“You know, I have a thing for blonds.” She runs her fingers through the hair, smooth and silky. It’s noticeably fake, most likely crafted from synthetic fibers. She twirls some strands around her finger.
“You want me to delete this photo?" She pauses to look for confirmation and he nods. "Then don’t move.”
She moves in and presses her lips to his. The move catches him off guard he’s still, curious and questioning but finds himself easily drawn in to the sensations. So he kisses back and his hands finds themselves on her waist and her fingers reach up to tangle in his hair.
And then she breaks away just as suddenly and bursts into laughter.
“What?” He's affronted by the sudden break and her laughter seems taunting.
“You definitely aren’t gay alright.”
“what do you mean?”
She points down, gesturing at his skirt and he looks down only to immediately turn his front away. She seems the faintest splatter of pink across his face.
Humming pleasantly to herself she takes the phone out of her pocket.
“Hey look, I’m deleting it okay?” She raises the phone out so he can see her delete it. Her finger presses the button and the picture vanishes, now replaced with the next item in the gallery.
Ren’s eyes focus on the picture of a blonde girl with a wide smile, cuteness seeming to flow naturally from every expression.
She looks at the screen and smiles fondly at the picture before returning the phone to her pocket. With a tiny wave, Hyerim turns and walks out of the alleyway.