We would've totally tapped that if you didn't have a dick.
We would've totally tapped that if you didn't have a dick.
Sungjae-centric; Sungjae/Eunkwang // PG-13
Warnings for cross-dressing and language // 755 words
A/N: written for this prompt. my first btob fic; and i don't really stan them full fledged ;; what is this.
It seems all normal for Sungjae to dress up. No, not in those formal dress shirts and tuxedo suits, but those frilly dresses with gingham patterns and matching ribbon hair bands on wigs. He likes having the feel of the breeze between his legs, especially when he twirls around. He doesn't need those horrible heels, with him already towering people with his full hundred eighty centimetres of flawlessness as he would call it. His voice naturally changes to a higher pitch, sounding almost like a female.
It's a rainy, autumn Monday, ruining what Sungjae had planned to wear for work, bright orange knit sweater and dull olive bermuda shorts. He rummages through his wardrobe, to find a cream coloured knitted sweater, together with a coffee cream colour pleated skirt. Absolutely perfect for a boring, cold day like this. He picked up the nicely braided wig and propped it on his head, fastening it with clips neatly hidden. He doesn't forget to apply a little make-up, before grabbing his bag (which clashes with what he is wearing, but Sungjae's running late to care) and running out of the door.
Eyes were fixated on Sungjae as he flittered through the doors of the cafe. His co-workers gave him the look (again) as he ducked behind the counter to grab his apron. He was glad he's on cashier duty today because he doesn't want to get his favourite sweater ruined with coffee stains.
"What would your order be, sir?"
"An iced americano." The man handed Sungjae the exact change, before looking up at him. "Well, aren't you new, plus cute." Nodding towards at how Sungjae's sleeves are covering almost half of his palms.
"Ahahaha, thank you." Sungjae gave the man a bright smile, shyly waving at him as he walked aside to wait for his order.
"Looks as if Eunkwang has his eyes on you." Snickered Ilhoon as he prepares the americano.
"He needs to get his eyes checked out, Sungjae looks exactly like Sungjae." Commented Peniel, not wasting a chance to give Sungjae a pat on his ass. “Though any guy with a functional dick would have tapped that.”
“If only you didn’t have a functional dick yourself.” Cackled Ilhoon, which earned him a glare from Sungjae.
“He definitely needs to get his eyes checked out.” Sungjae gave his name tag on his apron a little nudge before heading to the back. “Cover me for awhile, nature’s call.”
When Sungjae returned, Ilhoon slipped a card into his apron pocket and gave it a little pat, without forgetting to give him a wink. Sungjae gave him a questioned look, but before he could question the shorter male, he was nudged forward by Peniel to the cashier. A line had formed, and Sungjae took a guess that it’s a little past twelve already. Four more hours to dinner break, is all that in his mind as he hurriedly took down orders after orders.
It was only after Sungjae had gulped down a plate of pasta and is now sipping on his iced chocolate, that he remembered about that mysterious card in his pocket. He swiftly fished it out, only to see that it was a name card.
B Company
Tel no. xx-xxxx-xxxx
Seo Eunkwang
Deputy Manager
Ext. xxxx
Sungjae flipped to the back of the card, only to be greeted with “Lunch with me someday?” scribbled in a scrawly handwriting, a heart replacing the ‘o’. He shuddered, and chucked the card in the bin on the way to the back.
-
Sungjae doesn’t know why he is here, dressed in a sailor uniform paired with matching pleated skirt, and a hair band covered in lace to top off his wig. Sungjae’s tapping his fingers nervously against his glass cup of juice, as he nibbled at his bottom lip.
‘He’s spacing out... How cute...’ Eunkwang thought, he took a sip of his iced americano before churning out enough courage to speak.
“I’m sorry that I’ve never really introduced myself yet. I’m Eunkwang, nice to meet you.”
“I’m Sungjae.” Maybe he was nervous, his voice came out normally, his normal male voice, not his female persona voice. Sungjae quickly cupped his hands to his face, peering out from between the gaps of his fingers. He sees Eunkwang’s face harden, when the realisation that it is Sungjae, the usual Sungjae taking his orders. The Sungjae that isn’t his ideal type. The Sungjae that has a penis, and not a vagina. Sungjae swears he sees Eunkwang’s pupils shattered, like those in cartoons.
Sungjae-centric; Sungjae/Eunkwang // PG-13
Warnings for cross-dressing and language // 755 words
A/N: written for this prompt. my first btob fic; and i don't really stan them full fledged ;; what is this.
It seems all normal for Sungjae to dress up. No, not in those formal dress shirts and tuxedo suits, but those frilly dresses with gingham patterns and matching ribbon hair bands on wigs. He likes having the feel of the breeze between his legs, especially when he twirls around. He doesn't need those horrible heels, with him already towering people with his full hundred eighty centimetres of flawlessness as he would call it. His voice naturally changes to a higher pitch, sounding almost like a female.
It's a rainy, autumn Monday, ruining what Sungjae had planned to wear for work, bright orange knit sweater and dull olive bermuda shorts. He rummages through his wardrobe, to find a cream coloured knitted sweater, together with a coffee cream colour pleated skirt. Absolutely perfect for a boring, cold day like this. He picked up the nicely braided wig and propped it on his head, fastening it with clips neatly hidden. He doesn't forget to apply a little make-up, before grabbing his bag (which clashes with what he is wearing, but Sungjae's running late to care) and running out of the door.
Eyes were fixated on Sungjae as he flittered through the doors of the cafe. His co-workers gave him the look (again) as he ducked behind the counter to grab his apron. He was glad he's on cashier duty today because he doesn't want to get his favourite sweater ruined with coffee stains.
"What would your order be, sir?"
"An iced americano." The man handed Sungjae the exact change, before looking up at him. "Well, aren't you new, plus cute." Nodding towards at how Sungjae's sleeves are covering almost half of his palms.
"Ahahaha, thank you." Sungjae gave the man a bright smile, shyly waving at him as he walked aside to wait for his order.
"Looks as if Eunkwang has his eyes on you." Snickered Ilhoon as he prepares the americano.
"He needs to get his eyes checked out, Sungjae looks exactly like Sungjae." Commented Peniel, not wasting a chance to give Sungjae a pat on his ass. “Though any guy with a functional dick would have tapped that.”
“If only you didn’t have a functional dick yourself.” Cackled Ilhoon, which earned him a glare from Sungjae.
“He definitely needs to get his eyes checked out.” Sungjae gave his name tag on his apron a little nudge before heading to the back. “Cover me for awhile, nature’s call.”
When Sungjae returned, Ilhoon slipped a card into his apron pocket and gave it a little pat, without forgetting to give him a wink. Sungjae gave him a questioned look, but before he could question the shorter male, he was nudged forward by Peniel to the cashier. A line had formed, and Sungjae took a guess that it’s a little past twelve already. Four more hours to dinner break, is all that in his mind as he hurriedly took down orders after orders.
It was only after Sungjae had gulped down a plate of pasta and is now sipping on his iced chocolate, that he remembered about that mysterious card in his pocket. He swiftly fished it out, only to see that it was a name card.
B Company
Tel no. xx-xxxx-xxxx
Seo Eunkwang
Deputy Manager
Ext. xxxx
Sungjae flipped to the back of the card, only to be greeted with “Lunch with me someday?” scribbled in a scrawly handwriting, a heart replacing the ‘o’. He shuddered, and chucked the card in the bin on the way to the back.
-
Sungjae doesn’t know why he is here, dressed in a sailor uniform paired with matching pleated skirt, and a hair band covered in lace to top off his wig. Sungjae’s tapping his fingers nervously against his glass cup of juice, as he nibbled at his bottom lip.
‘He’s spacing out... How cute...’ Eunkwang thought, he took a sip of his iced americano before churning out enough courage to speak.
“I’m sorry that I’ve never really introduced myself yet. I’m Eunkwang, nice to meet you.”
“I’m Sungjae.” Maybe he was nervous, his voice came out normally, his normal male voice, not his female persona voice. Sungjae quickly cupped his hands to his face, peering out from between the gaps of his fingers. He sees Eunkwang’s face harden, when the realisation that it is Sungjae, the usual Sungjae taking his orders. The Sungjae that isn’t his ideal type. The Sungjae that has a penis, and not a vagina. Sungjae swears he sees Eunkwang’s pupils shattered, like those in cartoons.