Am I Pretty Hyung?

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"Youngjae-ah? Are you home?" Jaebum's voice asks through the empty living room.

Two hours ago, Jaebum said he'd be going out to do groceries and that he'd be back in maybe twenty minutes.

Youngjae took this as the perfect opportunity to get ready into one of his new dresses.

And he did get ready, in under 20 minutes.

And he waited. He waited and waited and waited, until he'd been waiting for 107 minutes, until he fell asleep.

"Youngjae?" Jaebum calls out again, worrying because he didn't hear anything else in the dorm.

The possibility that Youngjae went out for a while wasn't a small one, the older has been out for two hours, Youngjae must've been bored.

But he'd also text the older to inform him.

Sighing, Jaebum opened the door to his room, stopping three steps in.

Laying there, on the bed, peacefully sleeping, was none other than Choi Youngjae.

In a pastel purple dress.

The older felt his mouth dry up.

Fuck.