now this. this. is . this is the tiest kyungsoo has ever gone through because his idiot friends somehow forced him into wearing a sailor moon outfit and this is the worst that has ever been shat.

“kyungsoo!” junmyeon’s voice drifts through his bathroom door. “you can come out now. there’s no use delaying this any further.”

kyungsoo curses and adjusts the wig one last time before stepping out of his room and walking back towards the living room. thank god nobody’s home. he would’ve had a lot of answering to do.

“do kyungsoo, will-” baekhyun falls silent. four other heads swivel in kyungsoo’s direction to see what’s made almighty byun baekhyun finally shut up and the entire room’s atmosphere becomes tense.

“ha ha ha, okay, now that you’ve seen me and we’ve had our laughs and , can i change now?” kyungsoo demands, awkwardly cutting through the silence. he’s wrong, though. nobody’s laughing. they’re all just staring.

"uh. guys?"

"did you shave your legs?" chanyeol blurts out.

the younger man lets out an embarrassed chuckle. "uh, yeah, this morning. to prepare," he replies, gesturing to his get-up.

chanyeol coughs. "looks nice."

kyungsoo furrows his eyebrows. "thank y-?"

"can i touch them?" chanyeol interrupts. sehun makes a squeaking sound. kyungsoo feels the violent urge to vomit.

"excuse me?"

chanyeol reaches out a hand and drags his fingers down kyungsoo's smooth shin, causing him to shudder. "chanyeol, i really don't think-"

"hyung, hyung, can i touch them too?" jongin crawls over to kyungsoo and motions for him to sit down. as soon as he does, he's surrounded by five curious idiots trying to touch kyungsoo's skin.

", , can you guys just- sehun, that is not my leg, get your hand off my right now-"

im really sorry

feel free to build off on this