touch starved ;; minsung ✔️

vii

"i don't wanna do this shit anymore."

"you, missy in the white heels come here." the gym teacher pointed at jisung and pointed at the spot right beside him.

jisung stepped down from the bleachers and walked towards the spot the gym teacher told him to go. "what?" he raised a brow curiously.

"it's not what, it's sir or mr. jeong, you understand?"

"oh my i didn't know you were into things like that," jisung moved his hips left to right in place, a tune playing in his head. "sir."

"no, but my husband is." the gym teacher whispered before clearing his throat. "are you male or female?" he asked.

"male." jisung answered, now balancing on the back of his heels.

"preference gender?"

"male," jisung tapped mindlessly at his chin. "i don't always dress like this."

"okay, is it the same for your friend?"

"yeah."

"alright, you and you can go start changing in the locker rooms and head outside." the gym teacher pointed at felix with the pen and then the locker room door.

"what me?" felix stood from his seat and jumped down from the bleachers before following jisung to the locker rooms.

"holy shit? the gym teacher asked for my pronouns dude." jisung said with a huge smile on his face. he walked towards his gym locker and started taking off his layered shirt.

"my old gym teacher had my gender confused and asked my gender not even pronouns!" felix easily slipped out of his black skirt and green sweater.

"respect for him asking first, we barely see people who even asks us our pronouns." jisung stepped out of his white babydoll pumps and took out his gym stuff from inside the lockers.

"yeah that's a rare breed right there." felix slipped on his gym clothes and sneakers. "i'm done."

"give me a minute they gave me a small." jisung had his shorts and sneakers on it was just his shirt that wouldn't fit.

"in shirt?" felix walked around the corner and saw jisung about to strangle himself to death by putting a shirt on. "woah there i know you're tired and shit but isn't this a bit too far?"

"shut upp," jisung whined and pulled the shirt off his neck. "i don't even look like a small!"

"who knows they probably got it wrong because of the jaist."

"we're not going to start a conversation about the jaist again. c'mon i'm gonna go ask for a different size you go out ahead."

"yeah yeah whatever." felix put his hands in his pockets and walked out the locker rooms. "sir."

"this isn't my size." jisung handed the shirt to the gym teacher ignoring all the gasps and wows coming from the crowd. what? can't blame them for screaming at a surprisingly muscular dude who enjoys wearing heels and skirts. a match made in heaven honestly.

"what size do you need?"

"i don't know a large maybe?" jisung shrugged. "anything but a small that's for sure."

"yeah give him a large. and can i get a large too?" felix rubbed at the outline of his abs slightly poking out from under his shirt.

"alright, give me a few minutes you two don't mind standing out here, right?" the gym teacher pointed at the two.

"nah i'm good as long as felix is out here." jisung gave the teacher a reassuring smile.

"same here."

"alright i'll be right back."

"what type of ramen did we buy again?" jisung sighed, looking over to felix.

"i have no fucking clue but i ate one this morning and holy shit it was so good it had my toes curling and my knees locking."

"was it that good?"

"hell yeah mate."