Long Legs, Milky Thighs

Seokmin/Seungkwan

Seokmin has a dirty secret.

Thigh highs.

And oh man, how does he love them. He has these pastel green (is that a thing?) ones with white stripes and little bows on the sides at the very top - those are his favorite ones.

Oh! He also has these pink ones with black bows and black lace at the top (that cling onto his skin and it feels great) that make him feel pretty, so very pretty, and that fit really, really well and make his long legs look slim and so pretty.

Then there's the navy blue ones with white cats printed on them that make his legs look like they go on for miles and miles.

Seokmin had a dirty little secret.

He had it until Seungkwan found him laying on the couch, half asleep, half naked wearing some grey and blue thigh highs.

"Hyung? ...Hyung, oh my god, are you wearing--"

Seokmin rolled off the couch and scrambled up, confused because Soonyoung was on a date with his boyfriend and shouldn't be back until hours later, and how did this person get into his apartment anyway?

"Seungkwan? What the fuck."

"Are those--"

"What the fuck!" Seokmin screeched, fumbling to get a blanket to cover his lower half up, "What are you doing here?!"

"That doesn't matter! When did you--"

"How did you get in?! Seungkwan, what the fuck?"

Normally, Seokmin wouldn't be cursing so much and yelling. He was a nice person, he was a calm, funny, charming person.

"I just--"

But today was not the case.

"Get out and don't you dare tell anyone about this! I will hurt you if you do, so help me Boo Seungkwan."

"Don't threaten me!"

He managed to shove a yelling and flailing Seungkwan out of his apartment, slamming his door shut.

"Hyung! Let me back in, hyung!" He could hear Seungkwan's muffled whines through the door.

With a deep sigh, he leaned against the wall and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He had been dozing off when Seungkwan appeared.

"Oh, man." He groaned. The black haired man hoped Seungkwan didn't tell anyone else and he prayed that the incident didn't happen again.

--

Of course it happened again. Because it's Seokmin we're talking about, no matter how nice he is, life will fuck up everything and won't let him keep a secret.

Seungkwan sneaked up behind him, the little shit, and Seokmin being clumsy, dropped the bowl he was holding.

"Goddammit!" He stared at the spilled fruit and groaned, "I hate you." He whined at Seungkwan's smug grin.