Luhan knew that he never should have listened to Sehun when he suggested taking a yoga class together.

Especially when he found out that the yoga class was being held outdoors.

He should have killed the younger when Sehun had handed him a long-haired wig and a women’s yoga outfit with a broad smile, in stark contrast with the Korean maknae’s usually stoic expression.

And he definitely should NOT have put it on.

~*~*~*~*~

“Luhan-hyung! We should stretch before the instructor gets here!” Sehun was all smiles as he jumped around while stretching his biceps, wearing his own long wig and pair of shorts. Luhan looked around, seeing only other women at the park, each doing their own thing on their yoga mats.

“Sehun,” Luhan grumbled, shooting his dongsaeng a dirty look, “why did you sign us up for a women’s yoga class?”

Sehun pouted, and Luhan immediately felt bad. “I didn’t want to sign up for the men’s yoga class because those are always full of creepy old men who look at me weird.”

“Oh.”

“And I really like yoga! So yeah!” Sehun sat down on his mat and crossed his legs, then gestured at Luhan to sit beside him.

After a few more minutes, the instructor finally arrived. He flipped his bangs out of his face, straightened out his unicorn-emblazoned t-shirt, and clicked his fingers. “Alright ladies, I’m here!”

“Is he gay?” Luhan asked, shooting Sehun another weird look. “Does that mea