charmer | minsung

6

"What? Why?! It looks cute, though," Ryujin pouted. "We could give you a long, brown, wavy wig and style it with a pink ribbon," she suggested, already envisioning the ensemble.

"I'd look like unicorn vomit. Let me see the others," Minho commented with a sigh, feeling his energy deplete rapidly.

Ryujin continued to showcase the various outfits to Minho, but he brushed them off with comments like:

"The skirt is too short, it's going to reveal my manly legs."

"Why are you making me wear crop tops? Do you want him to realize I'm a dude from the get-go?"

"I like the style of this dress, but it's too short."

"Might as well go to the date naked if you're going to make me wear that."

"It's giving spoiled rich brat, no."

Minho's complaints and comments started to get to Ryujin. She had chosen these outfits carefully, and the fact that Minho didn't like any of them offended and hurt her. 'I chose these carefully yet he liked none of it?!' she thought.

Interestingly, Minho actually liked one of the outfits Ryujin showed him—a long black trouser paired with a long-sleeve turtleneck and a blazer. It exuded elegance and simplicity, but Ryujin said it looked more suited for a business meeting than a date. This left Minho groaning, thinking, 'Why would you even buy that if you won't let me wear it?'

"Min, that's almost all the clothes I bought you. Can't you just choose? It's just for ONE date," Ryujin complained, stomping her feet slightly, pointing to the array of outfits spread out on her bed.

With a sigh, Minho stood up reluctantly, looking down at the bed littered with outfits, trying to find something that could suit him as a girl.

After a brief period of contemplation, Minho eventually picked out a particular outfit. Ryujin's eyes lit up immediately at her cousin's choice.

"This is probably the most normal thing I can wear on a date," Minho sighed, feeling somewhat defeated, yet seeing Ryujin's face light up offered a semblance of relief.

The outfit Minho selected was a black off-shoulder dress with a longer back and lace edging that would sway elegantly as one walked. The top was a laced ruffle off-shoulder, potentially revealing Minho's broad shoulders, but Ryujin insisted they could conceal it with a wig or blazer. The length was adequate, ensuring Minho wouldn't accidentally flash his date.

Ryujin squealed with excitement as she took the dress from Minho, already hunting for matching shoes and accessories.

"We could either put your hair in a messy bun for a more mature look or style it with a white ribbon for a more innocent appearance," Ryujin rambled, rummaging through her shopping bags, while Minho observed with a slouched posture.

Returning to where Minho stood, Ryujin held heels in one hand and accessories in the other, placing the dress back on the bed to free her hands.

Minho immediately eyed the heels, his eyebrows furrowing. "Ryujin, I can't walk in heels."

"I know, which is why we're starting practice tomorrow. You'll learn to walk in heels and behave like a lady in general," she stated, setting the heels down after showing them to Minho.

"You don't have classes for the rest of the week, right? So, we have all the remaining days to transform you into a perfect lady," Ryujin teased with a playful tone.

After displaying the heels and accessories, Ryujin excitedly showed Minho necklaces, rings, a white ribbon, and gloves to complement the outfit. Then, with a mischievous giggle, she delved back into one of the shopping bags, sending a shiver of apprehension down Minho's spine.

Returning, Ryujin kept her hands behind her back, sporting a cheeky smile that made Minho feel uneasy.

"What are you hiding?" Minho asked cautiously, eyeing Ryujin's concealed hands.

With a wide smile, Ryujin gleefully revealed her hands, exclaiming, "Ta-da! It matches the outfit you chose!" Her voice carried a teasing undertone.

Minho felt his eyes practically bulge out as he nearly choked on his spit at the sight of what Ryujin held —a set of black lace panties and a matching strapless bra.

"Y-YOU ARE NOT MAKING ME WEAR THOSE," Minho stuttered, his words tumbling over each other in disbelief at Ryujin's plan.

Ryujin pouted, hands falling to her sides as she stomped and whined, "Minn, come onnn, it'll be weird if you wear men's underwear with such a beautiful dress."

"RYUJIN, DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO LOSE EVERY OUNCE OF DIGNITY I HAVE LEFT?" Minho's eyes widened as he vehemently protested.

"It's not like anyone will know you're wearing black lace panties underneath," Ryujin shrugged nonchalantly, attempting to convince him with a casual approach.

"IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE WOULD KNOW I'M WEARING MEN'S UNDERWEAR BENEATH A LADY'S DRESS, SHIN RYUJIN," Minho retorted sharply.

"AND BESIDES, WOULD THAT EVEN FIT ME? THAT WOULD CRUSH MY BALLS FOR FUCK'S SAKE," he exclaimed, gesturing animatedly toward the undergarments.

"THIS IS THE LARGEST SIZE THEY OFFER. WE COULD MAKE IT WORK...SOMEHOW...MAYBE...eventually," Ryujin said, her voice reducing to a whisper as she winced at the thought of Minho's manhood being crushed by the underwear, which was designed for a woman's size.

"You're not going to make me wear that, Ryujin. Dressing up as a girl and going on a date with a guy in your place is enough," Minho stated firmly, folding his arms across his chest with a resolute shake of his head.

Ryujin glared in Minho's direction. "Sooo, you don't mind Auntie and Uncle finding out what happened?" she sing-songed in a threatening tone.

Minho perked up at that, his eyes widening as a sardonic grin appeared on Ryujin's face.

"Ryujin, no," he warned.

"Ryujin, yes."

"OKAY, FINE. GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING," Minho relented, frustration evident as he ran his hand through his hair at the realization of what he had just agreed to.

Ryujin jumped in excitement, seeing Minho relent. She gave her cousin a quick mocking hug, handing him the undergarments, all the while Minho playfully threatened to airfry her.

"I want a trip to Bali after this date," Minho declared, head bowed down in defeat as he sat at the edge of Ryujin's bed.

"Anywhere you want, honey," Ryujin teased.

'I hope I get struck by lightning. Or, no. I HOPE RYUJIN GETS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING OUT OF NOWHERE,' Minho thought ominously, glaring at Ryujin doing a victory dance in front of him.