A/N: This scenario is weird and awkwardly written, but honestly “when he has a rash and has to wear a skirt” is the weirdest request I’ve ever received. XD Like I’m not sure how I’d react in that situation hahaha~

You checked your watch, deciding with a tired sigh that it was time to go home. Your boyfriend would have returned from the filming for his drama, and you looked forward to the chance to spend time with him. Little information had been revealed about the plotline, but he had noted with an embarrassed smile that his character would have to be disguised as a girl.

“Hey! I’m back!” you said, peering into the living room. You followed the sound of clattering to the bathroom, stopping abruptly at the unusual sight before you. A startled expression marked your boyfriend’s face, your eyes scanning down to his legs, bare and red beneath a blue skirt that fell to his knees. “Is this…a bad time?” you said, taking an awkward step backwards. “Because I can…come back later.” He continued to stare at you, eyes blinking slowly.

“It isn’t what you think,” he finally said, trying to figure out an acceptable way to explain the compromising situation. The awkward silence grew longer as you tried to stifle the peals of laughter pounding at your chest. It took only a few moments for you to lose your control, attempting to form a coherent sentence between laughs.

“What the hell is going on?” He looked at you with discomfort and embarrassment in his eyes before sitting on top of the toilet seat with a sigh.

“They tried to make my legs shiny with this lotion stuff. To make me more girly? For the scene?” You nodded in amusement, holding your hand in front of your mouth. “I guess I’m allergic because I got this terrible rash.” He pulled up the skirt awkwardly, revealing unsightly red patches covering his legs. His eyes looked sad as he tried not to laugh at his own condition. “Wearing pants really hurts.” You continued to stare uncomfortably while attempting to grasp the situation.

“Oh…okay. But why can’t you just wear boxers or something?” He rested his head against the door.

“I don’t know. This was the first thing I saw. It really stings!” You couldn’t stop laughing as you tried to find something to say.

“I’m really not sure how to react to this.” He nodded, equally as confused. Another silent moment passed before you grabbed him by the hand, dragging him out of the bathroom. You opened a drawer, handing him a bottle of ointment and trying to stare in his eyes without losing your senses again.

“Put this on your legs, and please take off the skirt. I don’t care if you have to walk around in your underwear all day, just please…don’t wear a skirt.” He thanked you uncomfortably before returning to the bathroom.

You sat in front of the television in your living room, tapping your fingers steadily against the armrest. He approached the sofa with a casual grin, sitting next to you and placing an arm over your shoulder.

“Can we just forget about this…incident?” You looked at him with mocking wide eyes.

“What incident?” He leaned forward, kissing you with a smile.

“Thanks.” You rolled your eyes, but leaned closer to his chest, being careful not to jostle his sore legs.