There was something inherently wrong about a guy wearing a dress.

LuHan feels air wafting through his badly exposed legs. 

He curses under his breath, walking shakily on high heels.

Stupid Kris.

He really shouldn't have agreed to doing this. He must still be drunk, because that's the only possible way for him to have said yes to this.

Behind him, he could hear Jongin stifle a laugh, but when he turns back to glare, Jongin has his poker face on.

He glares anyway.

Stupid Jongin.

"Looking good, LuHan!" Chanyeol's voice booms over the bustling sounds of the office, and those who had not been staring at him openmouthed begin to stare.

"Are those killer heels?" Chanyeol asks, voice loud and laced  with incredulous laughter.

LuHan curses everything in sight.

"Yes, Chanyeol. And if you don't shut up, these killer heels will be poking your eye in a few seconds." he snaps.

Chanyeol snaps his mouth shut.

LuHan stalks through the corridors, grumbling.

God, I hate my life.