♛Otaku Fever

It wasn’t unhealthy or anything but Kyungsoo found himself watching anime and soon enough reading manga rather than making friends like other children his age. Many people left him alone because his nose was already buried into a book, and as years went by, he was often times ridiculed for it when everyone believed his back was turned. It wasn’t a pleasant experience but nobody ever really bullied him physically or to his face, so he learnt to simply live with it.

Nevertheless, Kyungsoo did have friends. All of them who were, not so coincidentally, interested in anime and/or manga just like him. There was Jongdae, who disliked anime with a burning passion as he preferred the books (and secretly enjoyed reading shoujo manga the most); there was Joonmyun, who enjoyed watching anime that had a lot of detailed scenery and interesting characters; there was also Jongin, who he had a huge crush on wasn’t too much into anime or manga but respected it; and, some time after, Kyungsoo befriended Baekhyun, who was very interested in cosplay.

Cosplay was something that Kyungsoo, being something that the Japanese call an "otaku", knew of but never actually experienced. Pictures of obese people wielding glaringly fake swords and horrible wigs is usually what comes to mind when the word “cosplay” is heard, and yet Kyungsoo found himself forced into participating alongside Baekhyun when an anime convention was held near where they lived.

And it was nothing like he ever believed it would be, to be honest.

He dressed up as Ichigo from Bleach alongside Baekhyun who dressed up as Hitsugaya. Once they arrived at the anime convention, Kyungsoo realized for himself what cosplay was about.

It was about shedding who you are for a few hours and becoming someone completely different. It was about enjoying hours spent in someone else’s position and meeting other people, fighting with them or against them and just having a good time. It was empowering, intoxicating, and after the first time, Kyungsoo knew he was hooked.

After his first taste, Kyungsoo knew he had to continue. He went with Baekhyun to various other anime conventions, each time dressed up as someone different, and had a grand time meeting new people and becoming new people, so to speak. It was kind of embarrassing for him to divulge to people, being a cosplayer, so he kept it strictly between Baekhyun and himself. No one else knew, not even the rest of his friends (especially not Jongin—that would be too embarrassing to admit!).

For a while, things are great—until Kyungsoo slowly began to realize that there was something wrong. It wasn’t a feeling that he could properly pinpoint at first, but the more he focused on it, the more powerful the feeling became.

Cosplaying felt right, but for some reason the anime characters he became never really did. He never truly felt like he was Katekyo Hitman Reborn’s Tsuna or Naruto’s Neji or any of the other characters he cosplayed as. Kyungsoo thought about this deeply, until finally the answer, though somewhat ludicrous, presented itself.

Kyungsoo had never once cosplayed as a girl.

He hadn’t been completely sure, but it honestly felt like it could be the reason why. Maybe cosplaying as male characters was something that was a bit boring, maybe he’d fit better cosplaying as female characters.

It wasn’t something he wanted to divulge to Baekhyun, but also something he wished to act upon, and so, one Saturday, Kyungsoo found himself trying on a Sailor Moon outfit that he had finished making from scratch recently. To be cautious, he decided to try it on in his bedroom, away from prying eyes. Thankfully, his parents had gone to the spa as it was their anniversary day and wouldn’t be back until late at night. This left Kyungsoo with ample time to put his ‘theory’ to the test.

He just never anticipated what happened next.

One of the things Jongin most loved about weekdays was that, though school was honestly a hell hole that he did not enjoy going to, he got to at least see Do Kyungsoo. The adorable boy had been the bane of his existence the moment they first locked eyes, and ever since, Jongin couldn't help but feel devoted to him. There was no one else Jongin wished to be with apart from him, and from the constant redness of his cheeks and more-than-usual stuttering of the doe-eyed teen's whenever Jongin was near him, he couldn't help but believe that his feelings were reciprocated.

Of course, since weekends must be, by principle, days that Jongin hated, but this problem was rectified by the fact that he could come to Kyungsoo's house pretty much whenever he wanted to. Kyungsoo's parents adored him due to his politeness and the fact that Kyungsoo never really brought many of his friends over to his home, so they don't mind him dropping by whenever, even unannounced.

This was why Jongin drove over to Kyungsoo's home, parking in the empty driveway (which only meant that Kyungsoo's parents weren't home), and knocked on the front door considering the fact their doorbell was in need of repair. Kyungsoo didn't come to the door, however, which meant that he was probably upstairs in his room doing something and couldn't hear him. But no matter. Jongin knew the four digit code for the garage and could enter from there.

In no time at all, Jongin was within the walls of the Do house and quickly jogging up the stairs, taking two steps at a time in his haste to see his crush. He hadn't seen him for a day and that was enough to get his skin crawling in anticipation to stare into wide brown orbs.

Once having made it up the stairs, he quickly walked down the small hallway and reached the second door on the left, Kyungsoo's room. Smirking to himself, he went ahead and immediately turned the doorknob rather than giving the teen a warning knock first. Seeing his eyes widen adorably in surprise will most certainly make his so far boring day much more eventful.

"Guess who?" Jongin said cheerily as he opened the door, smirk widening as he heard Kyungsoo emit a loud, startled shriek. His eyes scoped the room and he found who he was looking for within seconds, only for his smirk to be completely wiped off of his face in shock.

Thin, shapely legs were encased in red boots that end off just above the knee, the milky skin above the boots completely bared all except for the tops of thighs due to a short, billowy blue skirt. A tight-fitting white shirt clung to a small torso, a red bow fitted right over the chest with a short blue cape attached to it. Clutched in white-knuckled hands was a blonde wig with long pigtails, not yet put into its rightful place to complete the outfit.

Jongin was not an avid fan of anime and manga but he knew a Sailor Moon cosplay outfit when he saw one. The only astounding thing, however, was that inside the teasingly short skirt and tight white shirt was none other than Do Kyungsoo, the boy he had been fixating on for the past year. And he looked delectable with flushed cheeks and pink, parted lips.

"J-Jongin!" he stuttered, twisting the wig in his hand in a sign of nervousness. "Y-You didn't s-say you were going to visit my h-house today!" He was acting as if Jongin hadn't walked in on him crossdressing.

"You know that I sometimes drop by unannounced," Jongin told him distractedly. "Now, why are you crossdressing?" And why hadn't he been informed of such a thing before?

Although, the most pressing question would have to be how long Kyungsoo had been parading around in his bedroom in a short skirt that was just begging for a hand to slither up underneath it (a hand that, mind you, Jongin was definitely willing to provide).

Kyungsoo stuttered uselessly for a few seconds, before finally managing a, "I-I'm not crossdressing! I-I'm c-cosplaying. There's a difference."

Jongin raised an eyebrow at this. "You may be cosplaying but you are wearing a skirt. That definitely counts as crossdressing."

The other teenager seems to quake a little in his boots. "W-Whatever. I...I've been cosplaying for a while now," he mumbled, looking down at the wig in his hands and patting down the fake strands of blonde hair. Either to occupy himself or get his mind off of the awkward situation he accidentally stumbled into.

"And how long have you been crossdressing?"

"T-This is my first time."

I'm counting that crossdressing isn't your only 'first time', then, Jongin couldn't help but think, his teenage-induced mind coming into play now that the shock had worn off.

"I'm glad then I was the one to catch you like this," he said, almost to himself. If it had been someone else who walked in on the teen, whether it to Baekhyun who is obviously infatuated by him or Jongdae who seems to be lusting after him, they may not have been able to keep their grubby hands off.

Not that Jongin is going to be trying hard to keep his hands off of his innocent little Kyungsoo, however...

"W-What?" stammered Kyungsoo, looking deeply confused. "You're not confused? Weirded out? Or...d-disgusted?"

"I was confused," admitted Jongin, slowly entering the room and closing the door behind himself (and locking it, for good measure), "but I wasn't nor am weirded out or disgusted. Kyungsoo, you look...amazing."

The pale boy flushed brilliantly at the words, shifting his weight from one foot to another as he glanced shyly up from under his eyebrows at him. He looked as if he was trying to seduce him, though Jongin knew this was not the case. "Really? Y-You think so?"

"Definitely," he breathed, continuing to walk closer to him. "Why didn't you tell me you liked cosplay?" Jongin may have made a move more quicker had he ever seen his Kyungsoo dressed up all prettily like this, even as a male character.

"It was kind of embarrassing," he confessed. "Only Baekhyun knows—well, uhm, now you too, I guess."

Byun Baekhyun. Of course that bastard would hide something like that from the rest of them, wanting to keep his enticing and newly enquired hobby for cosplaying to himself. Well, too bad that Jongin had discovered it and at a very good time too. No one had seen Kyungsoo dressed up so prettily like this, and Jongin hoped to keep things this way.

"Let's just keep your little crossdressing hobby a secret between us then, hmm?" Jongin said softly, wrapping an arm around Kyungsoo's tiny waist.

The boy's eyes widened once more. "W-What are you doing...?" he asked, cheeks flushing as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

"Something I should've done a year ago," Jongin told him, then placed a hand on a red cheek and leaned down, capturing Kyungsoo's lips with his own.

Kyungsoo immediately pressed back, though a bit more hesitantly out of shyness, and in no time at all his hands were clutching desperately at Jongin's shirt. They pulled away after a little while to catch their breath but in no time at all Jongin was kissing him again before beginning to kiss down his chin and neck, leaving small hickies in his wake.

The hand previously on the older boy's cheek had already trailed down to be planted on a milky thigh like he had fantasized before. Steadily, it began to creep up, massagingly gently, until it was successfully up and underneath that short blue skirt like it had itched to do previously.

And by the way he moaned, melting into him and parting his legs further in response, Kyungsoo certainly did not mind.