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cause ive been waiting for something like you

King of Capulet; X Lovers (0:56)

"Yeah I'm not wearing that." Seungmin spat more aggressively than he had planned as his hands gestured towards the clothes Minho held onto. Minho rolled his eyes, knowing this would be the youngers reaction.

"Look Seungmin, you don't have a choice, this is what every lady of the line at our races wear."

"Well I'm no lady. I'm not gonna wear a damn mini dress with heels!"
Minho sighed once again before shoving the clothes and heeled boots to Seungmin.

"It's this or a prison cell for you and your friends."
Minho wasn't known for being very patient. After he uttered those words he stormed off.
Seungmin sighed in defeat for the second time today, he placed the heeled boots on the floor and held up the dress Minho passed him. He didn't mind that it was a dress, he didn't believe that clothes had a gender. His problem with it was how revealing it was. It barely looked long enough to cover his ass. It was long sleeved with a high neck but it had cut outs on the waist area. Seungmin was reluctant to wear it for one reason and one reason only, he didn't love his body very much. He'd always struggled with how he looked, and all of a sudden he has to wear a mini black dress infront of a crowd and wave a flag? But he knew that he didn't have a choice. He gulped before finally taking off his clothes and changing into the new one Minho had passed him. There was a mirror in the room as well, but he refused to look, with the fear that he might actually start crying from his insecurities.

He soon noticed that Minho had also passed him thigh high socks and a makeup bag. He put the socks and the high heeled boots on and hesitantly turned towards the mirror. If he was being honest, he didn't really hate it. For once, he felt prettier, at least a little. But baby steps am I right. He opened the make up bag and proceeded to apply them, even taking time to look through his phone on apps like tiktok for inspiration and tutorials. Maybe this entire ordeal was a blessing in disguise. To make him learn that he indeed was beautiful.

"Innie, don't be weird after you hear what I say but, I feel kinda pretty in this."
Jeongin and Jisung were the designated grid girls for the night. Jisung was given a red miniskirt with a white and black corset to wear, while Jeongin was given a blue low waisted skirt with a white and black lace bralette top. They didn't know this yet, but their outfits were matching with the racer they were 'assigned' to. In this case, Jisung with Minho, under Minho's request of course, and Jeongin with Felix.
Jeongin nodded at Jisung who was checking himself out in the mirror. Jeongin wasn't as confident as Jisung. He was nervous, he kept thinking about how Felix would see him in the outfit he was wearing. What if he didn't like it? What if he thinks it's weird for boys to wear skirts? Why did Jeongin care? Well my friends, it's because he may or may not have developed a tiny crush on the racer. Not that he was planning to act on it. He actually planned to bring it with him to his grave. However, it didn't stop him from thinking about how Felix would think of him. It made him scared and nervous, it was worse that he had never felt this way for anyone before.

"Are you alright Innie?"
Jeongin was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Jisung call for him. He immediately forced a smile and nodded his head as cheerfully as he could.

"Hey if you're worried you look bad, you literally can pull anyone you want right now. Trust me. Keep your chin up okay."
Jisung tried to comfort the boy.

'Yeah but I can't pull the one I want.'