#i do so love how everyone looked at jeans wig and was like. crossdressing? so he crossdresses? he crossdresses right?

[gummirock]

teehee

[kyuuppi]

Miss Yoonji

A/N: I was trying to seriously write something but somehow...I ended up making the least serious thing I’ve ever written. :,) Also! I strongly recommend everyone read jimlingss‘s “She’s Testosterone”. It is a really good story and I love everything they have written (especially the pilot Jimin fic ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)).

Pairing: crossdresser!Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: crack, lots of crack, crossdresser AU

⚠️WARNING⚠️ possible transphobia

Word Count: 4.1k

Slender legs, silky hair, voluptuous breasts and a tiny waist--Min Yoonji is an epitome of the perfect woman every man fantasizes about--except he’s a man.

Beneath the slabs of silicone sticking to his sweaty skin and the itchy black wig, Min Yoongi scowls between each table he waits on, impatiently waiting for the clock to strike eleven so he can finally take off these godforsaken scraps of fabric they call “mini shorts” and--

“Hey, baby, can my friends and I get another round?” a middle aged man leers, eyes obviously glued to the exposed thighs of the waitress.

Yoongi schools his murderous energy into the sickly sweet smile that has become second nature at this point before leaning forward with a peppy “sure!” and pouring the group of lecherous men their third round of house brewed beers that night. He pointedly ignores the way the men are practically drooling on their half-eaten chicken wings when his “breasts” lightly brush against the table while he pours.

They have been at this table for over two hours already, beckoning him over for various, meaningless services every time he passes and Yoongi can only pray that means they’ll leave a hefty tip (spoiler: they don’t).

He dreads his next words as he steps away from the table, only saying them because he’s required to by wait staff policy.

“Anything else I can get for you, sirs?”

The grin of the man who initially called him over increases impossibly and Yoongi has to tighten his grip on the pitcher of beer to keep from punching anything.

“Weeeell,” he drawls, glancing around at his friends to make sure they’re paying attention for the next undoubtedly ingenious joke he’s about to make.

“Unless that tight ass of yours is on the menu, I think we’re good.”

---

Yoongi nearly trips over himself in his haste to kick off his heels and fling the black wig carelessly into his duffel bag. 11:00 PM had not come soon enough and Yoongi had practically flew through the cleaning up the restaurant process, finishing job that normally took a full staff half an hour fifteen minutes on his own. Sure, the clean dishes were stacked rather haphazardly and the floors could hardly be counted as spotless but, as far as he was concerned, he place was already a dump anyway.

Peeling off the standard uniform of jean shorts and a cropped t-shirt with the restaurant logo gave him a certain kind of euphoria Yoongi had never experienced before picking up the part-time job. After stuffing the skimpy clothes into his bag, he slides on a much more comfortable pair of black jeans and a baggy t-shirt and hoodie. It is as he is sliding on his black socks that Yoongi comes to a sobering realization:

He had forgotten to bring a change of shoes.

Curses immediately fly from his mouth as he dumps out the whole contents of his bag in attempt to do a more thorough search in case he had just missed the pair of sneakers the first time around. He plows through the bag several times before looking around his employee lockers then other employee lockers and even attempting to try on the leather dress shoes his tiny manager had left behind.

He falls to the ground in defeat repeating a mental mantra of how stupid he is before going over his options.

He could either change back into Min Yoonji and walk home in the cold to avoid the utter creeps on the bus or brave the ride barefoot with paper thin socks and pray he doesn’t step in any questionable substances or sharp objects.

Yoongi spares a glance out the storefront window at the rain slicked streets littered with gaping puddles from the early afternoon rains.

Yeah, no. Fuck that.

Yoongi heaves a grand sigh as he angrily yanks his jeans off to slip back into the mini shorts. He doesn’t bother with the breast padding this time around and slaps the wig on without the wig cap or plethora of bobby pins he usually uses to make sure it stays looking natural and in place during his long work shifts. He only needs to look convincing from a glance so that no one from his university recognizes him, not fool a bunch of old men constantly eyeing him up and down.

He locks up shop and tightly crosses his arms over his chest when a gust of wind sends shivers up his spine.

Fuck my life.

---

Like nearly every small town girl, moving to the “big city” for college had been a dream. Or well, it was for the first few months. Halfway through your second year and the medium sized urban jungle was hardly captivating. But restaurants and shops were plentiful and diverse and public transportation ran smoothly so you couldn’t complain for the most part.

However, the city still had some drawbacks and those drawbacks have never been more apparent than right now as you make your way through the muddy, downtown streets as fast as possible without slipping into puddles with your tractionless shoes. Your eyes darted around restlessly and you found yourself walking just a little faster every time you passed by a homeless or otherwise sketchy looking individual.

Yes, the biggest drawback of living in a major city was definitely the lack of safety.

While you usually felt comfortable making the trek from campus to your apartment in the evenings there have lately been worrying cases on the local news about a recent series of sexual assaults and murders that investigators suspect could possibly maybe be the works of a serial killer but don’t panic, it’s probably nothing sinister.

To hell with that. Getting murdered was not on your agenda and you could already hear the condescending words of your old town friends and family as they watched your casket being lowered into the earth.

“I always told her the city was too dangerous,” your mother would sigh between dabbing her eyes, “going all the way to the city just to pursue that phony writing degree--she’d be jobless!”

Okay, well, maybe not exactly like that but close enough, you reckon.

You round the corner to see the orange glow of the crosswalk signalling only a few seconds left before the light would change. You’re close, you realize. You chance a glance at the cars lined up on either sides of the intersection, the headlights nearly blinding as you do so. You could either take it and easily make it to the other side before the light changed or wait an extra five minutes in the biting, wet cold for traffic to pass and spend even longer risking your life on the streets of a sketchy neighborhood. You briefly notice an attractive woman is waiting on the other side of the crosswalk, obviously deciding not to take her chances with heels on.

The choice is clear and you break into a sprint to cross the street as the timer reaches three seconds.

The slap of your soles against wet pavement are obnoxious and causes dirty water to splash against the bottoms of your leggings but you pay it little mind as you reach the end of the crosswalk just when the light changes and engines begin humming behind you. It is when your right foot connects with the last string of white paint that it all, quite literally goes downhill.

The smooth surface proves to be too slick for your worn down boots and your feet slide several centimeters from under you--not much, but enough to throw your whole balance off and have your arms flailing to regain control.

Your stretched eyes look up in time to see the horrified expression on the pretty woman from earlier’s face as your whole body careens towards her at full speed before everything turns into a blur of colors like a washing machine and the only thing that jolts you out of your shocked state in the stinging pain suddenly shooting up your left hip that collides with the the concrete.

“Fuck!”

You flinch at the harsh baritone you certainly did not expect a beautiful woman in heels to have. When you look up your doubts are abruptly nullified when you realize the woman is sitting on her butt, hot pink heels laying haphazardly around her, and--most jarringly--black hair laying in a pile nearly a meter away.

The woman’s head tilts up and her dark eyes lock onto your own.

Holy shit--that’s Min Yoongi.

You openly gape at her--him even as his expression slowly morphs into frustration. Min Yoongi--even as someone in a completely different department you are familiar with the name. He is a legend among music majors for his unprecedented producing skills and a legend among the rest of the campus for his bad boy persona half the girls on campus would die for one night with. He’s lazy, you’ve heard, and the only time he speaks is to give snarky or sarcastic remarks. He only owns black clothing and he can be found napping in the most random places.

You’ve heard a lot of things about Min Yoongi but never once did they mention his apparent interest in women’s clothing.

The nearby honk of a car brings you back to the present and you realize you should probably get off the ground at some point.

But Yoongi seems to have beaten you to the punch and he, after several seconds of obvious hesitation, offers you a hand with the most annoyed expression you’ve ever seen on a human being’s face.

You take his offer against your better judgement and the softness of his hands momentarily throws you off.

Soft like a woman’s.

He hastily retracts his hand once you’re upright as if your touch had burned him like acid.

“Thanks,” you stutter out.

Yoongi shifts uneasily--you briefly note he must have put the heels back on while you were distracted--and bites at his bottom lip as if thinking through a really difficult problem. You find yourself briefly wondering if he’s wearing lip gloss or his lips are just naturally a pleasant shade of rose. The familiar chirping of the crosswalk sounds from somewhere behind you and he finally seems to decide on what to do. His lips part to speak to you for the first time and you find yourself holding in a breath.

“...watch where you’re going next time.”

And then he’s picking up his forgotten wig and brushing past you as if the whole exchange had never happened.

---

The usually obnoxious chatter of the cafeteria falls on deaf ears as Min Yoongi glares holes into your head from across the room. Your restless squirming and rare glances make it obvious you’re well aware of his eyes on you.

It has been two weeks.

Two weeks since you, a person he had never even seen before, literally crashed into his life and discovered his biggest secret.

Two weeks and you haven’t said a word.

He knew his reputation. He was well aware of the whispers spoken behind his back and the amount of people either jealous of his success or eager to get in his pants. Other than rumors and speculations, everything said about him was merely gossip. No one had anything major on him because he was smart enough to keep it that way and only socialized with a small, trustworthy friend group.

That’s exactly why he expected that if anyone were to find out his secret, find out about his double life as a girl working at the local sports bar where tips are directly proportional to amount of cleavage on display, the whole campus would jump on it as story of the century.

“Min Yoongi, the music department’s most valued student, crossdresses for tips at Hooters every night.”

He could only imagine the shock on everyone’s faces--

And yet you hadn’t said a word.

He had waited with bated breath for the first whispers in the halls or the giggles from the back of the classrooms but there was nothing. Evidently, you had not told anyone about the incident despite the fact you were obviously well aware of who he was--the reverence with which you blatantly tried to avoid him like the plague when he walked by and gave him lingering stares when you thought he wasn’t looking was proof of that.

You knew who he was and you knew his juicy secret so why weren’t you spilling?

At first he thought maybe you were waiting for the perfect moment. Maybe after the Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin caught kissing at a frat party rumors had died down. Then he thought maybe you were waiting to come up with a plan to blackmail him. Force him to give you money or act on your every whim to prevent you from sharing his secret to the world.

But it had been two weeks and you hadn’t done any of that. You were pretending the ordeal hadn’t happened at all and Yoongi was dying to know why.

He watched as your souls seems to leave your body when he approaches your table. In the few strides it takes to reach you he briefly wonders if you’ll make a break for it and sprint out of the cafeteria just to avoid him but its to his pleasant surprise that you remain seated, albeit very nervously.

“Hey,” he greets casually when he finally reaches you. You are alone--your friends evidently either in class or busy doing something else this particular Thursday afternoon and Yoongi is eternally thankful for that.

You thickly swallow before you croak out a weak “hi…”

Yoongi takes it upon himself to plop down in the seat across from yours, leaning in with the intent of making sure no one overhears the impending conversation. The both of you can already feel the confused glances from passing students, not used to seeing someone as asocial as Yoongi sitting with another student--a female, no less.

“I’ll just get straight to the point,” he drawls, eyes never leaving your own, “that night--”

“Nope!”

Yoongi blinks twice in shock when you cut him off abruptly, both hands raised towards him as if to stop his mouth from moving. You have the decently to offer an apologetic smile and lover your hands as you speak.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I-I thought a lot about it and I think I understand your feelings now.”

He quirks an eyebrow.

“...really?”

“Yep!” You grin widely, the sight causing his stomach to flutter in a weird way.

“There is nothing wrong with this--transexuality is totally natural and I--” your gaze softens almost lovingly as you place a gentle hand on his arm.

“--am fully committed to supporting your journey.”

There is a beat of silence before Yoongi recoils in horror.

“Wh-what? No! I’m not--!!”

A quick glance around the room reminds him that the two of you are definitely not alone and more than a few people are staring at the lot of you for his outburst. He lowers his tone considerably as he continues, cheeks steadily reddening.

“I’m not trans--I’m not dressing like a girl because I want to, I’m doing it for money.”

Your eyes widen and he quickly realizes how questionable that sounds.

“I’m a waitress,” he blurts.

“I work part-time at a sports bar because it's the only thing that pays well enough for tuition without interfering with my producing time.”

Your eyes immediately spark with understanding as you silently mouth a long “ohhh” and for the first time this whole conversation Yoongi feels relieved. In these few moments he has spoken to you it has become apparent that you had no negative feelings towards him and kept his secret for the sake of his own comfort and privacy. Yoongi was never one to trust others too easily but he finds himself feeling unusually confident that you wouldn’t try to ruin his life so easily.

“Sorry for jumping to conclusions,” you apologize sheepishly.

Yoongi dismisses it with a wave of his hand.

“It’s not your fault. I’m just thankful that you didn’t tell everyone about it. This would be a real pain in the ass to explain to everyone.”

A smile graces your lips as you assure him “your secret is safe with me” and he returns the smile with his own grateful one before leaving politely with the excuse of having class soon.

You guess this is the point when the misunderstanding has been completely alleviated and both you and Yoongi can go back to your separate lives of hardly noticing each other’s existences, able to easily forget this whole thing ever happened.

Except you don’t.

---

The next time you run into Min Yoongi it is on a mostly empty bus You are startled when you step on the late night route only to see Yoongi sitting in the very back of the bus, already staring straight at you. You falter as the doors close behind you and briefly fret over whether it would be inappropriate to sit beside him or more rude to sit as far away from him as possible. He offers you a fait quirk of his lips and you find yourself moving towards him as the bus lurches forward.

You exchange greetings after you sit beside him but the conversation quickly falls apart after that. The silence makes you uneasy and you’re contemplating pulling out the low battery cellphone from your backpack just to have something to do when he speaks up.

“It’s kinda late,” he murmurs lowly.

It takes you a moment to recognize this is probably a roundabout way of asking what you’re doing out so late, alone, headed towards the outskirts of the city on a school night.

“Ah, yeah. I’m usually home before now but I have a test coming up and I lost track of time at the library.”

You’re think you hear him snort but when you glance over his expression is as disinterested as always so you shake it off.

“What about you?” you ask conversationally.

Yoongi visibly stiffens and you immediately panic that you’ve somehow crossed some invisible boundary with him.

“...work,” he settles on.

The implications of the statement hit hard and you find yourself giving him a once over as if he would be wearing a sparkling cocktail dress and stilettos beneath his baggy hoodie--he isn’t of course. You figure he probably only crossdresses when he absolutely has too and he’s a safe distance from the campus, that one night was probably just a fluke. Suddenly you realize you should probably say something less the conversation dies out again and you’re left to soak in another round of awkwardness for the next twenty minutes of your ride.

“Doesn’t working at that type of place,” you begin slowly, hesitating over your next words for fear of somehow offending him. He doesn’t seem too fond to his part time job but you can never be too sure when it comes to the mystery that is Min Yoongi.

“...kinda suck?”

To your surprise, Yoongi’s lips curve into a small grin and the sweetest sound leaves him as he chuckles airily.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

And thus the rest of your ride was filled with Yoongi’s quiet horror stories of overly drunk customers trying to cop feels and angry wives storming the restaurant in search their husbands. You find yourself relaxing in his presence and not thinking so much about what you should or shouldn’t say to him in between your uncontrollable laughter. He speaks in a cool tone the whole time, hilariously contrasting the incredulousness of his experiences that would leave any other person scarred for life--or at the very least, finding a new job. Every once in a while, usually when you’re in the midst of a particularly strong bout of giggles, Yoongi’s eyes linger over your form as if taking you in a gummy smile you’ve grown to really, really like graces his features. Seeing him like this, you can hardly fathom where all of the rumors of a “heartless bad boy” come from.

He’s more of a kitten than a demon. Mischievous, undoubtedly, but far from evil.

----

The amount of times you coincidentally run into Yoongi after that are so frequent you begin to wonder if they’re coincidental at all. It has somewhat become an unspoken routine of you and Yoongi riding together after classes. You find yourself occasionally lingering at school with no particular need to be there just so you can catch the same later route as Yoongi.

You try not to think too much about the implications of that one.

“Y/N.”

You turn away from the fresh vegetables you had been examining at the sound of the familiar voice calling your name. Behind you stands Yoongi--Yoonji, you mentally correct after recalling the fake name you had weaseled out of him a few days prior. You remember laughing for a solid thirty seconds as he scowled and attempted to threaten you into shutting up. Needless to say, his threats fell on deaf ears as you teasingly referred to him as “Miss Yoonji” the whole rest of the bus ride.

Yoonji shifts uneasily in front of you, shopping basket in hand, and seems to cower under your shocked expression. This is the first time you had seen Yoongi crossdressing since the first night you saw him and the sight momentarily stuns him. You had completely forgotten how soft his features looked when framed by shoulder length, shiny black locks and how smooth his thighs looked in mini shorts. You find yourself empathizing with the men at the bar Yoongi complains stare at his legs all night.

“I didn’t have time to change,” Yoongi finally breaks the silence to explain, looking obviously self-conscious.

“I worried the store would be closed by the time I got here if I didn’t leave right after work.”

He briefly gestures to his basket as he speaks and you note it is filled with mostly lamb meat and wooden skewers.

You offer a friendly grin in response and Yoongi returns it before the two of you naturally fall in place, shopping together between friendly conversation. You try to focus and treat him as you always do, booty shorts or not, but you find your gaze lingering on his figure when he bends down to retrieve something from the bottom shelves and your throat feels unusually dry when he stands too closely and his raven locks brush against your face.

It in the check-out line behind and throng of elderly ladies caught up in their own chatter that you finally build up the courage to say what has been on your mind since you first saw him.

“Sorry if this is weird,” you hedge, “but you look really pretty as a woman, Yoongi.”

His reaction seems to happen in slow motion and you regret the words as soon has his deep brown eyes widen. He flushes a cherry tomato from the top of his head down to the top of his exposed collarbones and it is with regret that you note he looks even prettier when he’s flustered.

He gawks at you for only a few seconds before he clears his throat and seems to somewhat recover, cheeks still blazing despite his attempt to school his features into a neutral expression. You are certain you’ve crossed at least a thousand lines by now Yoongi seems to be thinking about something beyond you now. His gaze is distant and contemplative before he seems to have made up to his mind and opens his mouth to speak.

“Well,” he starts.

There is a pause before he looks back up at you and your eyes meet in a way that has you momentarily forgetting how to breathe. The sly smirk he gives in response has your knees feeling weak before he’s leaning into you much too close for a pair of friends hanging out at the local grocery store.

“Sorry if this is weird but you look really pretty yourself.”

Your heart skips and beat and you suspect you are feeling much more enamored than you ought to be by a college boy in high heels.

[writeseoul]

not what you want - one

➵ frat!au, college!au

pairing: jungkook | male!reader

genre: fluff with a little bit of angst (but honestly i’m not sure myself) and some crossdressing

word count: 4.6k words

a/n: another one? hope you enjoy it guys!

summary: that one time you got your crush’s attention by dressing up as a girl.

You didn’t know what was more uncomfortable, the wig that was scratching the hell out out of your scalp or the heaviness you felt from the amount of make up your friend had just applied on you. You were amazed at how much make up one could apply on one’s face and also at the intricateness of it.

What was worse than the make up was the fact that you were only half way done with the preparations. And the longer it took for all of you to get ready the more you questioned yourself as to why you even thought this was a good idea in the first place.

Okay, attending the biggest party of the year was, maybe, an ‘okay’ reason and yeah, your crush was also going to be there, heck he was even one of the main organisers, but the more you thought about it, the more you felt that it was not worth the hassle and the discomfort.

« Did you really have to put on so much make up on? » you asked Mia, your best friend, as you inspected your now full beaten face in the mirror. You barely recognised yourself, it was as if every male features you had were hidden and redefined to make you look more feminine.

« Oh come on, I barely put anything on your face, » she retorded, rolling her eyes.

She was speaking the truth— though you begged to differ. She only used concealer to highlight and contour your face because you had pretty much flawless skin—thanks to your daily skin care routine. Your eyes were the thing she put the most effort in. The different accents of pastel oranges and pastel pinks gave them this summer peachy vibe. Your lips were coated in a neutral colour as to make your eyes more prominent.

You loved the make up, it only felt weird seeing it on your own face.

« You’re done? » Shay, your other best friend, screamed from Mia’s closet, « I wanna see! »

« You look stunning! » she exclaimed as she examined your face, « Damn Mia, you sure work wonders! »

Mia thanked her with a wink and went back to doing her own make up. After a while she asked Shay, « Did you find anything yet? For his outfit? »

« It’s been picked, » she declared, clearly excited, « all we have to do is make him wear it »

« Oh, this is going to be bad, » you mumbled to yourself. « Tell me why I’m doing this again? » you asked Mia.

« Well, only to go to the best party ever! » Shay was the one who answered from the closet. She was the party animal of the group. Though you were successful into avoiding most parties she wanted to go, tonight was something else. She was adamant that you went with them and once her mind was set there was changing it.

« Feeling like this isn’t a good enough reason now, » you declared sighing.

« It was either you went in as a girl or you pay the 25$ fee, » Shay retorted to which you had nothing to say against.

The party you were going to was organised by one of the most popular fraternity house of your campus. They called themselves Bangtan and almost everyone on campus knew them, they were extremely popular. Each year they would get at least hundreds upon hundreds of applications to get in. Only a few luck though got accepted.

As for their parties, they were said to be legendaries, that when Bangtan throws a party it was the place to be. The only problem was that the 7 presidents of the fraternity are conceited fuck boys whose heads are so far up their asses they believed getting into their parties is a privilege.

Which resulted in them making some stupid rules about who gets to enter or not in their parties. It simply goes like this: to have a free pass you have to either be an official member of the fraternity, have a friend who can get you in for free or be a girl. If you do not meet at least one of these criteria you are not allowed to get in unless you pay 25$.

« Ugh, straight men, » you rolled your eyes. « Could’t you have just asked Taehyung to let me in Mia? It’s not like he didn’t have the power to, » you pouted.

Taehyung is one of the presidents of the fraternity. He along with his friends were the one who made the stupid rule and it was coincidental that your best friend Mia and him were dating. They were together even before college and you actually quite liked the guy, he wasn’t that bad and he was loyal to your friend despite his obnoxious reputation.

He was overall a good guy and you were glad Mia found herself someone like him. The only flaw you found was the crowd he hung out with. You just couldn’t with them, besides maybe one.

« I tried, » Mia explained, « But he said that rules were rules and he couldn’t just let you walk in just because you were my friend. Sorry, J. »

Before you could complain again, clothes were thrown at your face.

« Stop talking and get dressed, » Shay, the culprit, urged you, « We have a party to get to! »

You sighed defeated. You were ready to declare that you were not going but you were already in too deep to back out now. And frankly, you needed to let loose, school had been killing you. Tonight might be only time you would get to relax and enjoy your college life. So you decided to just get on with it.

How bad could things go?

« Okay, okay, » you mumbled as you made your way to the adjoined bathroom and locked the door behind your back. 

Before you went on and got dressed you decided to rummage through the pile of clothes Shay had prepared for you. The first thing that got your attention was the bright orange cropped hoodie. It looked so comfortable, and you were thankful for Shay to have chosen that. Next were the pants, they were basic boyfriend jeans.

You were horrified at the next articles of clothing you found. You picked up the bra and panties. « What the heck is this Shay? » you yelled from the bathroom.

You heard both Mia’s and Shay’s laughs before the latter answered, « Well, the bra is self explanatory and the panties are quite special! It’s supposed to help in hiding your junk! I bought it specially for tonight! »

« No way in hell, I’m wearing these panties nor the bra! » You refused.

« Stop whining and just put the thing on! It is not going to kill you, I swear! » And you heard laughing again.

You had no idea what to do now, it’s not like you could change their minds. You had no say in this whatsoever. Those girls were going to be the death of you.

Once you were done dressing up, you looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. The reflection that greeted you, surprised you. You didn’t look all that bad, you even found yourself quite cute. The outfit Shay chose complimented your figure and the jeans made your butt stick out a lot. The hoodie hid well the fact that you had no boobs and you didn’t mind the fact that it showed your midriff, thankfully your jeans were high waisted so not much was shown. The colour of the hoodie complemented your eye make-up which was a plus.

You really looked like a girl there was no denying it. And it freaked you out more than it should.

You took a deep breath before going out of the bathroom, suddenly very shy to reveal yourself. Once out, the chatter from your two best friends stopped as they looked at you, wide eyed and mouth opened in shock.

« Oh. My. God. » they said accentuating each word. The stares were beginning to make you feel uncomfortable, embarrassment following soon after.

« What? » you mumbled, « Does it not look good? »

« Are you kidding me? » Shay exclaimed, regaining her senses, « You look UH-MA-ZING! » she exclaimed.

« She’s right, » Mia added, « you look downright gorgeous. You’re gonna make some heads turn tonight! »

« Stop it! » you said scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment, cheeks tinted red.

« Everything is ready now! Time to parta-ay! » Shay dragged the last word as she pulled both you and Mia out of the room.

« Damn, that’s a lot of cars, » was the first thing you said as you pulled up on the driveway of the Bangtan’s frat house. Cars filled the whole driveway and there was no way you would find any place to park your car.

« There’s no way in hell I’m going to find a place to park here, » you voiced out your thought, « I’ll have to park the car on the next block. »

« Well good luck with that! » Shay exclaimed as both her and Mia got out of the car.

You looked at them in surprise and rolled down your car window. They were already on their way to the house, « What the heck! What is that supposed to mean? » you called from the window. The two looked back at you, Mia winking at you as she went inside first.

« Go ahead and find a place to park! We’ll head in first, come find us when you’re done » Shay called as she too went inside, leaving you in your car alone, dumbfounded.

After a good five minutes of going around the block, you finally found a good place to park and thankfully it was not that far from the house. You got out of the car with only your phone in hand.

You texted Mia and Shay that you finally found a place to park and that you were en route to the house. You also asked for either one of the girls to fetch you at the front door because you knew nobody that was going to the party.

And the idea of entering the party alone made you anxious. None answered and before you knew it you were already standing few meters away from the front door.

From where you stood you could see a big burly man standing in front of the door. You assumed him to be the bouncer. He looked intimidating, standing tall and proud in front of the door. You suddenly got nervous. You suddenly were afraid to be found out. That with just one look at you the bouncer will know that you were not a girl and would kick you out of the party.

You shook your head and swallowed hard before slowly walking towards the door. As you came into view you the bouncer locked eyes on your frame and didn’t lose it. Your nervousness picked up at his heavy gaze on you. You tried not to acknowledge him as you tried to go through the front door.

But before you could step foot inside, the deep voice from the bouncer made you stop in your tracks. « And where do you think your going? »

Your heart started to beat faster at his question. He knows, was the first thing that came to your mind. You couldn’t find the words to answer his question. You were too nervous and too scared to even think of forming a sentence.

He suddenly started to laugh at your expression— which surprised you and made you look like a deer caught in headlights. You stood frozen at his sudden change of attitude.

« Chill out gorgeous, I was just messing with you, » he said between laughs, « You can go inside » he winked.

Relief flooded you as you slowly nodded. Before he could say anything else you went inside and sighed in relief. You were so going to make Mia and Shay regret for leaving you alone to face that.

Music blared through the walls of the house as you dove deeper into the house. You looked around trying to find where your friends had run off to. You reached the living room where the makeshift dance floor was situated. Around you people were either talking or dancing with each other, but still no signs of your best friends. You hesitated whether or not to go check in the rooms upstairs but quickly decided against it, afraid of what you might witness.

Instead, you made your way to the kitchen where you hoped you’d not only find your friends but also a glass of beer. This search was beginning to bore you and you just wanted to get the party started with a good drink.

Like you anticipated you didn’t find your friend in the kitchen but you did help yourself to two shots of what seemed to be vodka and a glass of beer afterwards. Sipping the drink you decided to take a break from your search and instead decided to text them of your whereabouts. At least if they ever wanted to search for you they knew where to find you.

« Alone, gorgeous? » A deep voice asked from beside you. You jumped a bit from the sudden noise, putting a strand of hair beside your ear as you looked up at the one who had started a conversation with you.

Your eyes widened as you saw the Jeon Jungkook standing right beside you, leaning against the counter, a drink of his own in his hands. HIs lips were curled up into a half smirk as he patiently waited for your answer.

« Oh, uh, no, not exactly, » you stuttered, not forgetting to talk a pitch higher than your usual voice. You were still dressed as a girl, for god’s sake. « Got here with some friends, just lost them. »

Of course the only time your crush was ever going to talk to you was when you were dressed as a girl. You had no idea why he had come to you in the first place. You did, however, caught on to the fact that he was blatantly flirting with you.

« Mind if I keep you company then? » he asked or more like stated, because you knew you had no say in the matter. He slid a bit closer to you but still minding your bubble, as to gauge your reaction. He did not want to make you leave. Too caught up in how close he was getting you forgot to answer the question and he took your silence as a yes.

You are not one to receive advances so frequently, meaning you were not accustomed to the art of flirting. You were aware of it but you had no idea how to respond to it, besides the natural reflexes of your body. Which equals to being a blushing mess.

« You aren’t from around here, are you? » he asked making small talk. He crossed his arms as he turned to face you giving you a full view of his toned muscles flexing. He smirked as he saw you blatantly staring and you flushed a shade darker.

« Wh-what makes you think that? », you answered with a question of your own. You were made more self aware of yourself as he looked you up and down, examining you only to focus his gaze back on your eyes.

From the moment you entered the house, you got his attention. From where he stood, moments prior, you looked beautiful but now that he could actually see you up close, you were better than he expected. You were down right gorgeous.

It was rare to find someone as gorgeous as you in his parties, he was going to male sure not to let this chance pass. He wanted you.

« I came to visit my cousin, » you answered, « Decided to have some fun while I’m here, so here I am, » you answered his question finally. You were quite surprised at how easily you made up the lie and at how you ended not stuttering. You could feel the two shots slowly effecting you, making you more comfortable.

« Are you having fun, then? » he asked you taking a sip from his cup.

You took your time examining him, as if it was your first time doing so. Trying to remember every little detail of him. Seeing him up close, he looked more handsome, he stood at least a head taller than you and when you looked back into his eyes, you found yourself lost in their beauty. 

« If your idea of fun is getting ditched by your friends in a party where you know no one beside them, then hell yeah I am, » you joked. Earning a small chuckle from him.

« Tonight is your lucky night then! » he exclaimed smiling, « I’ll show you how fun my parties can get! » you raised an eyebrow at his statement but didn’t think much of it. You wanted to see where this was going to lead to.

« How about we dance? » Jungkook suggested after a moment of comfortable silence. You immediately nodded. 

Out of nowhere, Jungkook took your hands in his and led you to the dance floor. Your drinks long forgotten on the kitchen counter. 

You looked at the way his hands cupped yours. They looked so much bigger compared to yours and you couldn’t but feel like they fit perfectly with yours. Little did you know that you weren’t the only who thought that.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You guys made your way to the centre of the living room and almost immediately your favourite song came on.Hearing suddenly got you excited. It was one of your favourite song to dance to. Every time it came on you had to dance.

You took Jungkook by surprise by your sudden moves. You were in no way a professional dancer but you knew your way around. You moved your hips to the beat of the music, it had this sensual vibe which you portrayed perfectly with your body.

After a moment of admiring you, he danced too. He followed your lead and slowly but surely made his way to you. He casually put his hands on your hips, bringing the both you closer to each other, body moving in sync against each other. 

You were too absorbed into the dance to register the sudden closeness Jungkook had brought between the two of you.

The both of you got lost into the rhythm, not even realising that the both of you were practically grinding against each other.

More songs came after that, you guys didn’t loose the proximity and you didn’t let go of each other either. Though through the many changes in songs you both adjusted your style of dancing though you still found yourself holding one another. 

Whether it was by your hands being wrapped around his neck or his around your waist or even by just holding hands. You did not let go of each other.

After the fifth song, you were beginning to get tired and thirsty. So you proposed to Jungkook to go back to the kitchen so you could get something to drink. He nodded and your hand found themselves entangled in his again.

It didn’t bother you much this time, already getting used to the feeling.

« You sure know how to dance, » Jungkook remarked as he handed you the drink he had poured for the both of you.

You blushed at his statement and retorted, « You aren’t that bad yourself. »

He chuckled at that, the both of you taking a sip of your drinks. To make the both of yourself comfortable you decided to sit on the kitchen island.

A moment of comfortable silence fell upon you two but it didn’t last long due Jungkook’s sudden question. From there the conversation kept going.

It started with the basics: what you studied and why. You then, talked about your hometowns and families, about your likes and dislikes, your dreams and even got to the point were you talked about your past relationships.

It felt so easy to talk to Jungkook. Despite popular beliefs he wasn’t the jerk people made him to be. He was down to earth person and really funny, you were glad you got to know more about him, on a personal level. 

You didn’t feel the minutes passing by as you talked to each other about almost everything.

As time went on, you both got more and more comfortable with each other. He would flirt with you during the conversation and you replied to his advances. 

Unnoticed by the both of you, you got so close to each other that your legs were caressing each other and as you laughed at one of his joke, you had to put a hand on his thigh for support.

You wiped the tears in your eyes as your laughter died down. Your hands still on his thigh, suddenly aware of your closeness, you gazed into each other’s eyes. Unsaid feelings flowing through both your orbs.

You got lost into his eyes—again and so did he. Like magnets the both of you began to lean in. You knew exactly what was coming and all rational thought left you as you lost yourself in the moment. You did not know what had gotten into you, it was like being dressed as a girl gave you more courage to do things you wouldn’t usually do.

When you could feel Jungkook’s breath on your face, you snapped out of your trance.

Your mind had finally registered what was happening. Everything you forgot that moment came back. 

The reality of your situation hit you like a truck. You weren’t who you appeared to be. No matter how girl-like you looked right now at the end of the day you were still old plain Y/N; a boy who had a crush on a straight guy. Someone who was out totally out of your league.

Whatever he saw in you, it was not real.

As much as you didn’t want to, you had to put a stop to this.

It was fun while it lasted but kissing him would be crossing the line. And you were just afraid to cross it.

Out of nowhere you turned your head to the side and got down the kitchen island.

Jungkook was surprised by your reaction. Up until now everything seemed to be going smoothly and he came to enjoy your company. He didn’t even care about getting into your pants, which was his main goal at first, all he wanted to do now was get to discover more of you but on a personal level.

« Is everything okay? » he asked you genuinely concerned. « Did I do something wrong? »

« N-no, » you stuttered, « I-It’s just that it’s beginning to get late and I should go home. »

You knew it was a lousy excuse but you were desperate to leave. You were afraid that if you stayed longer things would go out of hand. You were enjoying his company way too much. You could feel yourself slowly falling for the guy.

Believing that you had no chance with the guy, you had to pull out before you got yourself hurt or worse, him. 

Nothing was real, you thought to yourself.

« I’ll go and find my friends, you have nice night, » you told him and satrted to walk out. 

Jungkook didn’t want you to leave like that though. He didn’t know what had gotten into you and he couldn’t care less. He wasn’t going to let you slip throigh his fingers. He let his feelings take over his body.

Before you could walk out of the kitchen, Jungkook took your wrists and tugged you back to him. You lost your balance by the sudden pull but Jungkook was there to hold you in place. His hands wrapped around your waist while yours rested on his hard chest, you looked at him eyes wide in surprise.

« Wh-what- »

« You even fit perfectly into my arms, » he cut you off, murmuring to himself.

By now, your heart was beating erratically, face red as a tomato.

« I-I really have to go, » you told him trying your hardest to break free from his hold, to no avail. He was too strong for you.

« I hear you, » he said looking you in the eyes, looking at your face once again, memorising every features. « But I just can’t let you leave, at least not before doing this. »

He moved his left hand that rested on your waist to your cheeks and before you could even register, he kissed you. His lips found themselves planted on your in a soft kiss. The way his lips moved made you melt and before you knew it you kissed back.

In that moment only the two of you mattered, everything around you disappeared. You were lost in the passion. The kiss was soft but passionate, his tongue grazed your bottom lip and it made you moan which gave Jungkook the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

He hold you closer, both his hands found their way back to your waist whilst yours wrapped around his neck. The both of you smiled into the kiss before pulling out, panting. You gazed each other in a daze.

The kiss was perfect.

It had been a long time since a kiss left Jungkook this breathless, since he felt such passion. The kiss was everything he had expected and even more.

Wanting more he leaned down but you stopped him, a finger on his lips.

« W-we can’t, » you told him eyes looking down dejectedly.

« What’s wrong, babe? » he asked confused while lifting your chin with his forefinger.

« I-I have to go, » you whispered. You wanted so badly to stay in his arms, to feel more of him, to kiss him. But you couldn’t because as much as you wanted this to be true, it just wasn’t. 

You were deceiving him and you felt bad for it.

If he knew the truth, you knew he wouldn’t take it well. He would never forgive you for deceiving him. You couldn’t bare the thought of hurting him which is why you needed to make your exit, now.

« Why? » he asked you, resting his forehead on yours looking at you with concern trying to figure what was actually going on with you. He knew you felt the same way he did, from when your conversation to your kiss, he knew. And he didn’t understand why you would want to walk out.

« As much as I want this, » you explained softly, « I’m not what you want, Jungkook »

He didn’t understand what you were saying. He was never so sure about someone before until now. Even though you both had only met today from the little amount of time you spent together it was like you had known each other for years. The attraction he had felt at first was slowly developing into something more and he didn’t want this to go.

And he knew that the moment that you leave the part, he might never get a chance to see you again.

« Believe me on, this, » Jungkook assured you, « You are everything that I want and even more. » He confessed.

Your heart skipped a beat but you knew better than to give in.

Your mind was made up, so with a last look at him, you broke free from his hold and made your way out of the kitchen.

« Sorry, » was the last hing you told him as you made your way out.

« Wait! » he called after you and you stopped in your tracks, you didn’t dare look back, « I never got your name. »

« J » you told him in a heart beat, loud enough for him to hear. You didn’t reveal your true name, giving him your nickname instead. You thought it was safer that way.