soft fabric / ateez little space

be comfortable - woosanhwa

they're gone now, right? i'm all alone?, seonghwa thought as he glanced over to the door again, where his seven friends had gone through not too long ago. he had to be completely sure that he was alone, he couldn't risk to be caught.
anxiously watching the door, just in case anyone of his friends decided to come back again, seonghwa waited. and waited.
he stood in the same position for at least 10 more minutes until he was sure that none of his friends would come back, breathing in as he felt his anxiety slowly leave his body.

walking back to his room slowly, well, technically his and wooyoung's room, he closed the door softly and sat down on his freshly made bed. they had changed rooms after yeosang had repeatedly whined about not wanting to be with wooyoung anymore, which was understandable. poor boy had stuck with the latter for so many years, not to forget wooyoung was... special. he was hard not to love but sometimes he could get really annoying.
to seonghwa's disbelief, he ended up with the younger one. wooyoung obviously loved it, it gave him more opportunities to annoy the fuck out of his hyung, but to seonghwa it was hell.
well, he still loved him lots, so maybe it wasn't too bad.

"i can unpack the packages now!", he remembered happily and looked over to his closet. he had been ordering some clothes but hadn't had any chance to unpack and try them on yet, until now at least. jumping off his bed with a happy smile, he opened his black closet and started to pull out the four small packages, placing all of them on his floor neatly. the other members were dying to know what he ordered, but seonghwa couldn't show them, even if he wanted it just as bad as the others wanted to see it. it was his secret, and if anyone ever found out, seonghwa would probably bury himself in blankets and never look at his friends' faces ever again.

you see, seonghwa's taste in clothes was... special. he enjoyed wearing things that he actually shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. in the beginning, when he realised he liked certain pieces of clothing that weren't supposed to be worn by him, he panicked. he panicked a lot. he was the oldest member of his friends, he was supposed to be looked up to and he was supposed to be mature already. and those clothes... they weren't meant for him, for his gender actually. only girls wore those kinds of clothes and last time he checked, seonghwa wasn't a girl.
biting on his lower lip, seonghwa shook his head to get rid of those stupid insecurities. he looked good in those clothes and he felt comfortable, that's all that mattered. and clothes weren't gendered anyway, so there was no reason for him to waste his thoughts on something so meaningless.
with a deep breath and a small smile playing on his soft lips, he opened the first package.
"oh! i almost forgot i ordered this!", he said excitingly, pulling out a soft white sweater. taking off his black shirt almost immediately, seonghwa put his new sweater on, sighing as the soft material hugged his cold skin. the sleeves were too long for him, falling just over his hands and gave him sweater paws. it was cute, seonghwa felt really cute. shaking his upper body in happiness, he giggled and looked into the package once more, squealing when he saw his favourite kind of clothing.

skirts.

"i don't even remember ordering it, this is amazing!", he chuckled, holding the pink pencil skirt in his hands and got up. taking off his sweat pants, seonghwa tried on the pink skirt and smiled when it hugged his thighs perfectly, as if it was made for him. he pushed the sweater into the skirt, correcting it here and there and turned over to the full body mirror in his room. "wow, i look awesome!", he mumbled, eyeing his body from every angle possible. he had shaved his legs the other day (the members made fun of him, but after seeing his angry face they had stopped rather quickly. an angry seonghwa wasn't something they really wanted to deal with). "i look really cute.", he grinned, turning back to his closet. there was a certain item that would fit perfectly with his outfit. after searching around (his closet was a mess since he had to hide all of his crop tops and skirts from his members) he finally found what he was searching for. his baby pink heeled shoes. they had cute little bows on them, seonghwa treasured those shoes so much. it was always hard to find heels in his size, so when he saw those he was so happy, he just had to buy them. his manager, who was with him at that moment had sent him some questioning looks, but seonghwa ignored them. they'll complete the outfit perfectly..., he thought and put the shoes on, pulling his white knee high socks up. staring at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. where's the good behind dressing up if he couldn't show it to his favourite people? he would love to show off his skirts to his friends, or even just hongjoong or mingi. both of them had worn half skirts once, where was the difference in wearing normal skirts? seonghwa really, really wanted someone to tell him how pretty he is, with his pink shoes, his pink skirt, his white socks and white sweater. he wanted someone to tell him how cute he is with his sweater paws and his messy, dirty blonde hair.