Miniskirt (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

Attraction

     "Seriously, I mean it!" Lee Minhyuk voiced at the blonde, swinging an arm over his dongseng's shoulder. "Really, you gotta be honest with us, man."

       Min Yoongi chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his sweat-slicked neck keeping his eyes focused on the ground. If only he could bolt out of the room right then and there.

       "Honestly . . . ?" Minhyuk and the rest of Yoongi's team stared at him, wide eyes shining with clear curiosity and wonder, their bodies leaning in closer slowly forming a huddle; and holy mother of crap why the fucking hell does Wang smell like rotten meat and moldy cheese' Yoongi cursed mentally. "I- god, this is embarrassing . . . I like miniskirts, preferably black, with a white button up shirt and black suspenders,knee highs, and . . . yeah. If a choker is possible than I would seriously go crazy-- What?!"

       Lee Minhyuk was grinning like an idiot from ear to ear. "You hear that guys? Time to go get Yoongs a girl!"

       And just like that they darted off to the gymnasium's exit leaving a stone still and dumbfounded Min Yoongi all alone. "Guys?" He called, his voice echoing off the walls of the gym. "What the fuck?! "

       "Don't worry hyung, we'll figure it all out for you." Kim Namjoon said with a wink, adorably dumb smile played on his lips (dimples showing proudly), then leaving as well. The gymnasium doors swung open and closed several times as Min Yoongi stood stock-still, dumbfounded at what had just happened. What the fuck did just happen?!

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       The younger male sighed heavily to himself watching the basketball star from behind the bleachers taking note of all the things Min Yoongi said he liked in a girl (well, her clothing, anyway). He made a mental note to stop by the clothing shop his older sister works at after the end of the day. Normally, he would never even think about cross dressing. But this was the angel fallen from heaven, the devil raised from hell, this was Min mother-fucking Yoongi. And if his hyung liked miniskirts, he wouldn't mind stuffing his closet full of them to impress the older. Hell, he'd go out of his way to make sure he's the one that wears the miniskirt that makes Yoongi's jaw drop first . . . . . and the thought of that actually kind of scared him, how determined he was, that is. He waited until Yoongi headed for the locker room, to quietly make his way out of the gymnasium as soundlessly as possible.

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       Once Min Yoongi fell out of his stupor, he went in to the locker room and headed for the showers. He turned on the old shower head to let the water start running, unfortunately knowing how long it took for the ice cold water to heat up. He began to undress, had just barely started to take of his last article of clothing off (his black shorts), when he heard the gym doors slam shut loudly. He just knew he was the only one in the gym, so he rushed out, a little freaked, and stared around the gym slowly, in utter shock and wonder. No one. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the floor. Suddenly the thought of him taking a shower came back to himself. His best friends, his worst enemies, his teammates went off to go get him a girl. Without taking showers right after basketball practice! Fuck.

       "Aaaaaiiiissshhhh~~~!" Yoongi screamed dashing back into the locker room to take the quickest shower of his life, and get dressed quickly in an attempt to find those idiots and stop them before they (unintentionally) ruin not only his reputation, but also his life.

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(A/N: I need to stop publishing all my drafts and actually fucking finish something, goddammit.)