Thellamasarecoming
Summary: It was all Heechul's idea, to be honest. Changmin wasn't sure - there were a lot of things that could backfire if he went up to his bandmate/crush in his Boy's Day dress and started flirting.
He trusted Heechul. But only to a certain extent. Because honestly, which stupid person would trust Heechul wholly?
(Changmin is dressed as Peach and Yunho can't resist)
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Changmin breathed out slowly as he looked at his reflection. He was wearing his Boy's Day outfit, complete with the feathers, kitten heels and scandalously high slit. He bit his lip-glossed lips.
This felt like an amazing idea five minutes ago but suddenly, Changmin wasn't so sure.
"You look hot," Heechul commented approvingly as he appraised Changmin's figure. The maknae sent him a doubtful look.
"Are you sure you aren't just deluding yourself about all this?"
Heechul rolled his eyes. "For the last time, yes. I'm not stupid, I can tell when someone's turned on. And he was definitely checking you out when you were dancing."
Changmin looked away, fiddling with scandalously high slit.
"It's just... If your wrong..." he mumbled, frowning at the floor.
"I'm not," Heechul said confidently. "I never am."
Changmin snorted.
Heechul nudged Changmin. "Go," he said in what was probably meant to be an encouraging tone but sounded way to demanding to be reassuring.
Changmin walked to the kitchen nervously, praying to all deities above that this didn't fuck up because if it did, he was going to murder not only Heechul but all of his stupid Chocoball gang. Just to spite him.
Yunho was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book and eating orange slices, Changmin adjusted his wig, checked his dress and walked in.
"Hey," he greeted casually, heart thudding furiously in his chest.
Yunho gaped, dropping his book.
Changmin raised an eyebrow, amused, as Yunho picked up his book, still staring.
So maybe Changmin was right, after all.
"Can I have some of those oranges?" he asked innocently. Yunho all but shoved the plate at him.
"Uh," Yunho uttered and Changmin noted that it was the first thing he had said so far, even if it wasn't quite as coherent as he had hoped.
Changmin lowered himself onto a chair gracefully, picked up an orange.
"Why are you...?" Yunho trailed off.
Changmin smiled sweetly but said nothing - opting, instead, to pick up an orange and press it into Yunho's hand.
"Feed me," he all but demanded and Yunho obeyed immediately.
He held the slice up to the maknae's lips. Changmin opened his mouth expectantly.
Just as Yunho dropped the slice into his mouth, Changmin caught Yunho's finger between his lips, sucking off all the juice.
Yunho gulped and Changmin watched his Adam's apple bob up and down, imagining what it would be like to kiss it.
"You're doing this on purpose," Yunho accused, voice weak. Changmin grinned wickedly, playing with his wig.
"Do I look good in blonde?" he asked in an innocent tone, crossing one leg over the other.
