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𝗔 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧🌃 (part 1)

Yeonjun and soobin are husbands and one day yeonjun go to a business meeting far away in Busan with his friend, and assistant taehyun.

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Yeonjun had left early in the morning for his business trip to Busan, accompanied by his assistant, Taehyun. It's evening rn, The moment he left, the house felt emptier than usual, and Soobin found himself missing his husband already. But before he could dwell on it too much, Beomgyu barged into his home, bringing his usual chaos with him.

“Alright, babe, we’re not sitting here sulking just because our men are out of town,” Beomgyu announced dramatically, flopping onto the couch beside Soobin.

“I wasn’t sulking,” Soobin mumbled, though Beomgyu only shot him a knowing look.

“Whatever. Now, get up. We’re going out.”

Soobin raised a brow. “Going where?”

“The mall, of course. You need some fun, and I have the perfect plan,” Beomgyu smirked, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Soobin should have known better than to agree so easily. He should have suspected something when Beomgyu dragged him into a high-end boutique, ushering him toward the women’s section with an excited grin. He should have run when he saw the silk silver skirt and matching shirt top Beomgyu picked out for him. But before he could protest, his best friend was already holding up the outfit against his body, nodding in approval.

"You're going to look stunning, trust me," Beomgyu beamed.

“I—wait, this is for women!” Soobin exclaimed, eyes widening as Beomgyu shoved the clothes into his arms.

“And?” Beomgyu tilted his head, grinning. “You’ve got the figure for it.”

Soobin flushed. He hated how true that was. His naturally slender waist and smooth skin often gave him a soft, almost ethereal beauty, but dressing in a silk skirt and high heels? That was taking things to another level.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, had no shame. He picked out a red one for himself and confidently walked into the dressing room.

Soobin sighed in defeat. There was no way he was getting out of this.

After a few minutes, Soobin stood in front of the mirror, his reflection nearly unrecognizable. The silk silver skirt clung perfectly to his waist, ending mid-thigh, while the fitted top accentuated his figure. The fake breasts Beomgyu had somehow convinced him to wear only added to the illusion. And then there was the wig—a long, wavy masterpiece that cascaded down his back, making him look even more feminine.

Beomgyu take an belly chain and put around soobin's waist finishing the look.

Beomgyu whistled as he stepped out in his red version of the outfit, striking a playful pose. “Damn, if I didn’t know you were Soobin, I’d totally hit on you.”

Soobin covered his face in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

Beomgyu laughed, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Oh, don’t be shy, babe. We’re taking this look out.”

“Wait, what?” Soobin turned to him, alarmed.

“We’re going to a club,” Beomgyu announced. “Come on, your husband and my boyfriend aren’t here, and we never get to have wild nights like this. Think of it as a little adventure.”

Soobin hesitated. He wasn’t the type to go clubbing, let alone dressed like this. But Beomgyu’s excitement was infectious, and the idea of doing something thrilling—something out of character—felt strangely tempting.