Ryeowook's POV

"Hyung... d-don't you think this is a bit... uh much?" I asked hesitantly as I stared at the mirror in disbelief.

Heechul scoffed and rolled his eyes,

"Since when is fabulous considered too much?" he hissed dangerously, instantly silencing the other complaints that threatened to burst from my lips.

I bit my tongue and sent my reflection a grimace.  I had no idea how why I had agreed to this...

I would be the first person to admit that I wasn't the manly type.  I had accepted long ago that I would never be considered macho, but even so, I did still have my pride as a man... at least I did until my hyung put me in this situation.

I sighed as I continued to study my reflection in the mirror.  It was almost scary how much I looked like a girl at this particular moment.  I wasn't sure how, but my hyung had transformed me almost beyond recognition.  I doubted anyone would be able to guess that underneath this ridiculously short skirt, I had a .

My clothes were part of the reason I hated this idea already.  The short, pale lavender dress was the epitome of femininity.  Between the gently sloping sweet-heart neckline and the lacy skirt that made its way halfway down my thighs, I was feeling completely de-masculinized.

However, my grievances didn't stop there, oh no, Heechul made sure I would be nothing short of the perfect princess.  The wig fell in long waves, the dark brown highlighting my pale skin making it seem almost luminous.  My hyung had artfully applied my makeup.  I'm not sure how he did it, but my eyes looked bigger and brighter and my cheekbones were subtly emphasized by a pale pink blush.  To finish it off, I wore a lip gloss that was, much to my dismay,was labeled "Pretty Prom Date Pink". 

The final and most dire blow to my pride was what I wore beneath my girly dress.  The red lacy bra was filled with silicon pads giving me the illusion of being on the border between a B and a C cup.  The matching were the same deep red as the bra and they cupped my while simultaneously constricting my manhood.

In short, I felt like all the testosterone in my body had abandoned me.

"Aww!  My baby is gorgeous!" Heechul cooed, taking a step back to better admire his work.

I resisted the urge to glare and tried to turn away from him.  Unfortunately, I was not comfortable in the 3-inch heels I wore and I practically face planted.  Luckily my hyung managed to grab me before my Prom Date tinted lips met the hardwood floor.

"Thanks" I mumbled half heartedly, wondering what my chances of escape were if I tried to make a run for it. 

Heechul seemed to be two step ahead of me because he shot me a bemused smile and told me sweetly,

"I have guards waiting at every exit, even if you run, you won't get away"

I pouted and my hyung cackled evilly.  I snatched my purse from him and stomped (more like wobbled) out of the room.  Zhoumi was waiting in the next room, mindlessly tapping his fingers across the screen of his phone.  He glanced up idly at the sound of my heels and his eyes widened in a comical manner.

"No way!" he yelled jumping up to examine me closer.

I glared as he pulled out his phone and started snapping pics.

"Cut it out Zhoumi!" I hissed, not bothering to speak formally.

However, I was ignored as my friend was now doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach tightly.  I raised my hand, ready to beat him with my silver clutch, but at that moment a knock sounded at the door, interrupting my plans for revenge.

Heechul swept past me and opened the door, graciously inviting Siwon inside.  I couldn't help but admire him, his handsomeness elevated by the classy black tux.  Beside me, Zhoumi let out a low whistle of appreciation and Heechul his lips in obvious approval.

"Wow" was all he said as he admired me.

I blushed and looked down, not sure whether I was humiliated or flattered.  I glanced up when he smiled gently and offered me a toned arm.

"Well, you might actually turn me straight" he joked, eyes still scanning over me.

I smacked his arm and turned even redder.

"I'm still a guy you know" I grumbled, not meeting his eyes.

His warm laughter filled the room as he remarked,

"Even better!"

I smiled, and finally took his arm, happy that I was finally acknowledged as a man.  I was still shaky in my heels and I stumbled, leaning on Siwon heavily.  I quickly apologized but was stunned by another one of his gorgeous smiles.  I had to admit, hyung was right, he was totally godly.

We left the room, and slowly I began to calm down.  I reminded myself that he was a client and this was my job.  For the purposes of tonight I was woman, and I was going to be the best date I could manage.

As I settled myself in the sleek limo and crossed my legs demurely, I immersed myself in my role.

I threw my doubts and complaints out the window.  I even managed to purge my mind of the past, leaving my entire focus on the job I had to do.

I was now Lixu, Siwon's devoted half Korean half Chinese girlfriend.

Kyuhyun's POV

"I hate my life!" I groaned throwing myself onto my bed in frustration.

"It doesn't really matter if you hate it, you can't ditch" Henry remarked from the other end of the room where he sat on the sofa flipping through a magazine.

I groaned, but I knew he was right.  It was Monday and my family was holding a party everyday of the week until Saturday, the day of my wedding.  Seeing as I was the groom to be, there was no way in hell my parents would let me miss the celebration.  Considering the fact I had nothing to celebrate, I wasn't exactly giddy...

By this point, I had pretty much given up my hopes of ever finding Ryeowook.  I was out of time and he obviously didn't want to be found.

Part of me still wanted to look for him, to search every inch of the planet until he was once again in my arms.  However, a bigger part of me was just tired.  I was tired of getting my hopes up only to be disappointed in the end.  I was tired of not knowing why he left.  But mostly, I was tired of hurting.

I knew it was pathetic, but I just didn't have the energy anymore.  I had accepted my fate.  That was all I could do.

God knows that stepping off that plane was like stepping into my own personal hell, but I didn't have any options anymore.  I had nothing left so I walked off the jet and I took Seohyun's hand.  I had given up.

Needless to say, Henry wasn't thrilled with me, but at the same time, I knew he felt bad for me.  Truthfully, he was just as hopeless as I was, it was written all over his face. 

I glanced up when the door was thrown open, and sighed when I saw Seohyun strut in.  Henry curled his lips in disgust and quickly slipped out of the room so he didn't have to deal with her.

I looked at her coldly.  Although I had no proof to support my suspicion, I couldn't help but feel like she had played a part in Ryeowook's leaving.  Henry shared my thoughts and like me, his hate for Seohyun only intensified.

However, while I was able to conceal my disdain, Henry could barely control himself and he couldn't stand to be in the same room as her.  I didn't blame him for leaving me alone with her, if I had the chance, I would leave too.  Sadly for me, I was caught.

"The guests are arriving" she informed, her voice syrupy.

I looked away and nodded, fighting my urge to gag.  I stood up and straightened my shirt and buttoned up my coat.  Seohyun walked closer to help me, but I brushed her hands away, not wanting her to touch me.

"Do you hate me that much?" she asked softly, a pitiful look on her overly made up face.

I snorted, knowing full well she was only trying to win my pity.  She was so transparent it was sad.  One look at her and everyone could see just how fake she was.

I held back my desire to chuckle darkly when I saw what she was wearing.  She was wearing a skin-tight red dress, her artificially enhanced s threatening to fall out at any second.  He dress was painfully short and the hem barely managed to conceal the edges of her underwear, leaving the bottom half of her out for showcase.

She wore stripper shoes,  silver platform sandals with a pointy 6-inch heels.  Her makeup was thick and gaudy and you could see how caked on it was when she stood under the light.  Her spider-like false eyelashes were clumped together with excessive mascara, and her lips were a pretentious shade of red.To finish the look, she had some sort of fur stole draped over her bare shoulders. 

 Her whole look screamed "Look at Me!  I'm Rich!"making me ashamed to be seen with her.  Sadly, that was my fate, and this was my future wife.

A smiled wistfully as I thought back to the time when I dreamed of marrying Ryeowook.  As much as I loved to fantasize about that idea, I pushed such thoughts out of my head.  What was the point of wishing anymore? 

I strode out of the room, ignoring the nasal whining of Seohyun as he stomped after me, clomping around in her ridiculous shoes.  I made my way to the ball room where people were slowly starting to trickle in.  As soon as we were in public, Seohyun stopped her ing and smiled sweetly, stopping to make mindless chit chat with the guests.

I rolled my eyes as I heard them coo over her, telling her how beautiful and darling she was.  I scoffed, these people were just as shallow and mindless as my fiancee.  I laughed bitterly, but what could I do?  This was my world, the world I was born into and the world I would soon inherit.

I made my way over to the bar desperate for anything that would mute the gaudiness that surrounded me.  I wasn't surprised to see my brother already seated, a drink in his hands.  He shot me a knowing look before sliding the shot glass in my direction.

"I figured you would need this by now" he chuckled, glancing around the room.

I threw my head back and drank it all in one go.  My throat burned and my eyes watered slightly, but I didn't care.  I quickly got a refill and drank again, swishing the acrid liquid around my mouth before swallowing.

I glanced up when I heard Henry whisper,

"!"

He stared at the door, his face a mask of awe.  I followed his eyes and saw that everyone was staring at the couple that had just walked through the doors.

At first I wasn't too concerned and was about to look away, but something made me study them closer. 

My body began to tremble and my breathing hitched when I looked at the girl. 

"I-it c-can't b-be..." I stuttered as my eyes widened in disbelief.

Then, the spell broke as a loud shattering noise rang through the silent ballroom. 

I didn't even look down at the broken shot glass that lay in jagged shards at my feet.

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Meh.  Heechul's such a diva...

Mood: good..., it's SUNGMIN'S BIRTHDAY ES!!!!!!... Oh, and happy New Year ;P

Location: surfing the Hallyu Wave

Music: "y, Free, and Single- Remix" by Super Junior (MBC Music Festival!)