Word: onesie

Joshua’s hands shook. Onesie?! This wasn’t a damn onesie! Jeonghan ing lied to him.

“It’s something cute Shua,” he said offhandedly. “A cute onesie.”

It wasn’t cute! It was barely a one piece!

Joshua held the damn killing sweater in his hands. Or at least one of the versions. This one had sleeves, a cut out for his chest, the whole back was basically exposed. And the bottom half was barely there, to be held together by side ties. Everything would be on display!

He refused to wear this! Refused!