The sins Ateez x Yeosang

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(Imagine it with matching light blue thigh highs)

Yeosang's pov

"Come on, baby, let's get going while its still day time." San kissed my cheek in return. I smiled brightly at his affection.

    "Let me get my shoes on!" I exclaimed and pulled on a pair of heeled ankle boots.

   "Are you ready? Wooyoung kisses my forehead lovingly. I nodded and hugged him around his waist.

   At the mall, the pair led me towards the women's clothes. My eyes widened happily but fearfully.

    "Guys, these are—"

   "We saw how happy you looked at the skirt you own, so we thought we would get you more. We just want you confident, baby." Wooyoung smiled at me and pulled me towards a sales rack.

   "So you guys aren't mad or disgusted?" I asked timidly, my head lowered. San lifted my chin and pecked my lips sweetly.

   "No, why would we, baby? You're happiness is our priority, Yeosang!"  San reminded me. I smiled and grabbed a light blue skirt. It was pretty short, only reached about one third of my thigh. I liked it, so Wooyoung grabbed it in four colors.

   "Isn't that a little overkill?" I asked shyly as San browsed other skirts and tops for me to try on.

    "Nothing is too much for our baby." Wooyoung deeply kissed my cheek. I blushed darkly as we got negative looks from onlookers in the store.

    "Guys, not in public! People aren't exactly positive..." I whispered as I saw an old man wandered closer to us, an angry look on his face.

   "Are you three boys in a relationship? Why are you buying skirts?" The man demanded to know. I looked at San and Wooyoung, who both stood in front of me protectively.

    "Yes, yes we are. We are buying skirts because they make our lover happy to wear them. Do you have a problem with that??" San smiled cruelly. I shivered behind him from the tone of his voice.

    "Of course I do! A man can't date another man, let alone two! And a man can't wear skirts! Why are you lot being so disgusting in a family store? Kissing all up on each other." The man spat distastefully. I lightly held onto the blue skirt in my hand then put it back.

   "He's right, guys. I'm disgusting, so why bother with these skirts? Let's just go home!" A silent tear fell down my cheek as I replaced all of the clothes San had grabbed.

  "Get the hell away from us! You're hurting him!" San yelled, making sure a near worker could hear him.

    "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We have a 'no hate' policy here, and you've broken it. Please leave this lovely couple alone." The worker states and gently leads the older man away.

   Tears still fell down my cheeks as I sat on a stool in the dressing room. After I put back all of the clothes I hid in the changing room from San and Wooyoung.

   "Baby, don't listen to him. He's just hateful that he doesn't get the amount of love you do. Come on, Wooyoung is recollecting all of your clothes." San knocked on the door gently. I sobbed.

    "No! You should be disgusted by me! What kind of guy likes wearing girl clothes?" I asked softly. San sighed before sliding under the dressing room door.

    He wrapped his arms around me gently. I placed my face in his chest and cried quietly for a few minutes.

   "Come on, baby, let's get you your clothes then you can have some sweets." San smiled and ruffled my hair. I whined and tried to fix my hair.

    "There's the smile." Wooyoung says once I come out of the changing room with San. His arms are full of clothes we picked out.

   "Do you want dresses too?" Wooyoung asked. I looked at San, who gave me a reassuring smile.

   "Please!" I smiled and dried my face of any tears remaining. San smiled wider and pulled me towards the dresses. He grabbed a few cute dresses in my size and handed them to me. I smiled at his selection of dresses.

   "Can I get thigh high socks?" I asked softly. San choked on his saliva but nodded. Wooyoung gently patted his back.

   "Thank you!" I exclaimed and grabbed a couple packets of thigh highs. San and Wooyoung looked at each other excitedly.

   "Why are you two so excited for?" I asked shyly. San smirked.

    "You'll see soon enough, Sangie. Why don't you change into one of your outfits after we pay for them?" San asked. I nodded my head excitedly.

   "Wooyoung hurry!" I exclaimed happily as he walked slowly to the cashier. He laughed and quickened his pace.

    "Here you go!" Wooyoung smiled and handed me the bags of clothes. I pulled out a white button up, the pale blue skirt, and opened a package of thigh highs. I took the light blue pair and walked into the changing room.

    "Guys, I'm scared. What if you don't like me in these girl clothes?" I asked timidly.

   "We love you in any and no clothes, Yeosang." Wooyoung flirted. I blushed and slapped his bicep.

   "How do I look?" I asked quietly. San looked like he was about to drool. Wooyoung's eyes took me up and down before he pinned me to the door behind me.

   "Beautiful!" Wooyoung says and kisses me deeply, his hands on my waist. I responded to the kiss until San coughed expectantly behind us.

  "Do you want a kiss too?" I asked before he took a turn pinning me to the door. He kissed my lips softly before he kissed my neck.

   "San, not here!" I said breathlessly. He nodded and pulled away before he could leave a hickey. I sighed in contentment.

   "So, you guys like it?" I asked as my hands played with San's.

   "The better question is: do you?" Wooyoung asked. I nodded my head happily.

   "Then we love it. Now, let's go get you some food!" San smiled.