strawberry shortcake

6. trade

"Imma wait for you outside to get ready." Hongjoong said, leaving Minho alone with Wooyoung who was happily holding the outfit Minho was supposed to put on.

"Am I going away already?" Minho asked quietly, sitting up on the bed and running his left hand through his hair that were still slightly damp from the shower Mingi made him take earlier.

"You are," Youngie pouted, sitting down next to him, "but Sannie told me we can go and see you when they have meetings with Han."

"Are they.. selling me..?" Minho asked carefully and Wooyoung just shrugged. "I don't know what's going on, I just know Seongma is coming back if he likes you." Wooyoung laid out the clothes for Minho that included accessories and some very revealing pieces. They don't expect him to wear that.. right..?

"If he likes me? What does that mean?" He tried to avoid his gaze from the clothes but failed terribly. It looked too revealing and small and he already hated the thought of having to wear it.

"I don't know.. just please, please make him like you. We can't go longer without Hwa. Hongjoong is falling apart without him and we all miss him a lot..." Wooyoung whined, grabbing Minho's attention again. He watched the younger struggle with hiding his tears-filled eyes and felt his heart break for him. He reminded him so much of Yongbok and he wanted nothing but to make him happy. So he nodded and outstretched his arms for Wooyoung to hug him.

"I promise I will do my best to impress him so you could get your Seonghwa back." He whispered into Wooyoung's hair as the latter hung on him, hugging him like his life depended on it. He was fucked either way, might as well do something good.

"You're amazing. I'm so sorry for what we've done to you..." he hiccuped into Minho's neck before he pulled away and wiped his tears. "I'm sorry.."

Minho didn't say anything, because to say it was okay would be a lie and he couldn't bring himself to lie to the latter.

"You need to dress up now. I will turn away so you have privacy." Wooyoung went to the corner of the room, sitting down so he was facing the wall as he quietly sobbed and cried for the latter. He was scared for Minho. He grew so fond of him in the time they spent together. He was his friend and now he was going away to a very dangerous person. He didn't want to see him leave, but he wanted Seonghwa back. The crying made him somehow so exhausted, he dozed off for a few seconds while Minho was putting on his clothes.

"Uh.. I don't know how to put this on.." Minho called out with an embarrassed tone of voice and shy look. Wooyoung snapped out of his micro nap, feeling himself panic as he realized he wasn't a little anymore.

He was now even more drained than before, the weight of all the events falling down on him as he slowly stood up, hissing at the stinging sensation on his forearms. His eyes filled up with tears again at the sight of Minho. He will miss him as much as Youngie will.

Minho had figured out how to put on the tight pants, it wasn't really a brainer, but the top contained of some black laced fabric that didn't even have a proper shape.

He had no idea where to put his head or arms and he already hated the idea of having to wear it for a longer period of time of it's revealing potential.

"It goes around your body. It's.. I don't know why they chose this, it's very uncomfortable." Wooyoung chuckled, the tone of his voice gaining Minho's attention. "Are you still..?" He trailed off, hoping Wooyoung will understand what he means.

"No.. I- I don't know I just somehow dozed off a little and switched, I don't know, it usually doesn't happen this way.." Wooyoung said while trying to wrap the top around Minho's build body.