nightescapade (ao3)
Jongin goes straight to a girlfriend for hire site, but not expecting a male crossdresser to be someone who he'd pick.
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Jongin's phone pings.
I'm here
Automatically, his head turns to the entrance door and he sees her, a beautiful lady in a floral dress that has some guys in the diner have their heads turned to her.
But Jongin notices something. He's very keen when it comes to details, being a graphic artist himself, he takes note of one thing that is visible to observant eyes like his.
The woman's left breast isn't aligned with the right one.
"Hi! Are you Kim Jongin?" The woman's voice doesn't sound right, but her beauty can be levelled with a goddess. She could be the goddess of beauty from how youthful and gorgeous she looks like.
Jongin nods in answer and follows her movements as she sits across him. "Are you Sookyung?"
Her lips curve in a heart shaped smile. "At your service, Sir. I'm Do Sookyung."
She has Adam's apple. Not that discernible compared to other guys, but strangely, she has.
Jongin speaks without thinking twice after the next few seconds, "You're a guy."
The man across him flinches, bewildered from the accusation, but keeps a professional smile in a split second.
"Sorry, you might have just mistaken me as one."
"I'm not wrong." Jongin says in a neutral voice, a slight smile on his lips so as not to scare him.
"Am I that obvious?" His natural voice resounds. It's deep, but seductive nonetheless. Moreover, he's straightforward.
Jongin's order arrives and they were served drinks. Strawberry milkshake for the man pretend girl across him and vanilla milkshake for him.
"You didn't fix your fake breasts properly. They are not proportioned and aligned at least." Jongin briefly points on his chest before taking a sip of his drink. He doesn't like how sweet it is, so he puts it down with a grimace. "Why didn't you use bra?"
The man across pouts and looks down on his fake boobs. "Darn, you caught me. I don't know where my brother hid my bras. Pft." He sighs in disappointment and peers through his fake lashes or is his lashes naturally that long? Maybe it's the latter. "Is the deal cancelled then? Do you want refund now?" His tone softens. His manicured nails digs on the plastic cup of his drink as he takes a sip of it.
Jongin rests his chin over his palm and stares at the guy. "It's hassle to cancel the deal. We'll go on with it."
Narrow shoulders, slender neck, plump lips. Jongin is taking note of these details.
"Are you sure, Mr. Kim?" He asks again.
Jongin smiles in return. "Don't I look serious to you?" He leans on his seat and crosses his arms. His arms are defined through his white button down. "Tell me, what's your real name."
He tucks some hair behind his ear. There's a playful glint on his doe eyes and slight upturn of lips. "The opposite of Sookyung."
Despite his secret has blown off, this guy still has the audacity to challenge him. This guy is something. A rare kind that Jongin hasn't encountered yet in his thirty years of existence.
"Kyung," he enunciates, "Soo."
The side of his lips curl. "Is this the first time you've done this?"
