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Inseong groaned as he walked into his bedroom. He loved sharing with Heejun, but sometimes their room looked as though a bomb had gone off. He walked through the room, climbing his way over bags, clothes, and mystery piles. They’d have to clean this weekend, but for now, he just needed to find his wallet. He rummaged around near his bed, trying to find it as quickly as possible. He could hear Seoham complaining to Jihun about how long he was taking. The three of them were supposed to go out for dinner while Heejun was at dance practice. But they’d never be able to go if Inseong never found his wallet.He gave up looking by his bed and started looking by Heejun’s. They’d slept in Heejun’s bed last night so it was only possible that his wallet had been lost over on the other side of the room. It wasn’t anywhere on the nightstand or on the actual bed, but it could always have fallen to the floor.Inseong got on his hands and knees, lifting things and checking underneath them. After tossing away a pair of basketball shorts, Inseong’s eyes caught on a box hidden under Heejun’s bed. He had never seen it before, and suddenly finding his wallet wasn’t that important anymore. He pulled it out from under the bed, studying it. It was a light pink plastic box with a lid snapped on. Stickers shaped like flowers and hearts decorated the outside. Three stickers spelled out “OHJ”, this definitely was his boyfriend’s box, there was no denying it.He knew he shouldn’t look, this was his boyfriend's private property, but he was so curious. What could possibly be in a cutely decorated box hidden secretly under his bed? He took a deep breath and opened the lid of the box slightly. He couldn’t tell what was in it just by his little peek, so he tore the lid the rest of the way off. He gasped, running to the door and sticking his head outside.“You guys go on without me, I need to do something,” Inseong said.Jihun and Seoham looked at one another before both shrugging and turning to leave.Jihun called over his shoulder, “Have fun or good luck or whatever.”Inseong was already back at the box when he heard Seoham start whining about him. He could care less though because what was in the box was so much more interesting. The box was filled with women’s clothing, short shorts, skirts, and stockings of all different colors and styles. Some were silky and some were made of cotton. Despite how different they all were, they were all very pretty.Inseong thought they were really pretty, and could only imagine how good Heejun’s legs would look with the black stockings slid halfway up his thighs. He could also imagine pulling those thigh highs do-He shook his head. He didn’t need to be thinking like that. There was no guarantee that this box meant that Heejun had the same fantasy as him. Heejun could have this box for any number of reasons, none he could think of at the moment, but nevertheless, there were many.He dug further into the box, sorting the different items onto the floor next to him. Once he got down to the bottom, he noticed there was also a little pile of crop tops. He nearly choked, picturing his boyfriend in one of the many outfits on the floor. The door clicked open and he heard a gasp, “Hyung, what-,” Heejun’s voice was shaky, eyes darting back and forth from the box to Inseong.“It’s okay baby, come here.”
Heejun nodded, walking gingerly before settling into Inseong’s lap. His hands shook as he gripped Inseong’s shirt.Inseong decided it was time to ask some questions and ensure Heejun that everything was okay.“Are these your clothes?”Heejun nodded.“Do you wear them yourself?”Heejun nodded again.“Why?”Heejun shrugged.“Use your words baby.”Heejun snuggled further into Inseong’s lap, “Like to feel pretty, and they make me feel pretty.”Inseong grinned, pressing a kiss to Heejun’s head, “Want to go put an outfit on, show hyung how pretty you are?”“Really? You’re not, you’re not disgusted?” Heejun asked.“Never, baby. When I saw these, all I could think about was how pretty you’d look in your outfits.”Heejun bounced in his lap, giggles escaping his lips as he kissed all over Inseong’s face, “Want to be pretty for hyung!”He jumped out of Inseong’s lap, rummaging quickly through the clothes to find the perfect outfit to show off. Once he found it, he pressed a soft kiss Inseong’s lips, before running into the bathroom to change.Inseong smiled as he watched him go. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. He’d dreamed of Heejun in skirts and crop tops, but never believed he’d ever see it. A crop top maybe, if the company got brave. But the rest? Never.Inseong switched to sitting on the bed, legs shaking as he waited for Heejun to reappear. He could hear a thump from the bathroom, and he could picture Heejun accidentally bumping into the counter in his haste. Only a few minutes later, Heejun emerged from the small room.Inseong nearly choked as his eyes raked over Heejun’s body. He was wearing a flowy black crop top, fabric fluttering near the bottom of his ribs. His skin was smooth and his stomach looked toned, yet still soft to the touch. He matched it with, oh God he matched it with a white skirt. It went a quarter way down his thighs, and the white made his tan skin pop. But the worst, or maybe the best thing, was the black thigh highs. They made his legs look so smooth, ending just a few inches above the knee. That left a few inches of uncovered skin between thigh high and skirt, and Inseong could feel himself shudder at the sight. He wanted to, God he wanted to do so many things to him.Heejun scratched at his head with a shy smile, crop top riding up to reveal even more deliciously tanned skin.“Is it okay hyung?” Heejun asked.Inseong nearly gasped, “Is it okay? Oh, baby boy you are absolute perfection.”Heejun blushed, fingers fiddling with the bottom of his skirt.Inseong put his hands out, “Come here baby boy.”Heejun grabbed Inseong's hands, allowing himself to be pulled do he was straddling Inseong. He rested his arms on Inseong's shoulders, Inseong's warm hands gripping the bare skin of Heejun's waist.Inseong kissed along Heejun's throat, relishing in the little pleased sounds that escaped from his lips. He spoke softly, allowing his warm breath to tickle along Heejun's cool skin.“I can't believe you thought I would be disgusted by this, that you thought you had to hide this from me,” he pulled himself from Heejun’s neck, pulling his chin down so they could look into each other's eyes, “I will never hate anything you do, okay? You never have to hide from me baby. Understand Heej? I love you.”Heejun nodded, “I love you too.”Inseong grinned, leaning up to kiss Heejun while rubbing soothing circles into the skin of Heejun's waist. He could feel Heejun's fingers playing with the hair on his nape, slow and ticklish. Inseong smiled into the kiss, pulling back to press a few soft pecks around Heejun’s face.“Hey, hyungie?” Heejun’s voice was a little shaky, fingers still fiddling at the back of Inseong’s neck.“Yes, baby?”“Will you buy me a collar? I’ve always wanted one, but I want it to be from you.”Inseong stood up, Heejun scrambling to wrap his legs around him. He dropped Heejun onto the bed, crawling over him and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He pulled away Heejun gasping beneath him.“Baby boy you are going to be the death of me.”A smile grew on Heejun’s face, as though he could tell Inseong was picturing him with a collar clasped prettily around his neck. He giggled, pulling Inseong down and kissing him once again.