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Considering some of the other member’s requests, having to wear Nicholas’ clothes for a day should barely count as a challenge.
The top is fine. Black tank tops are virtually indistinguishable from each other, and Nicholas had oh-so-graciously allowed him to wear his own leather jacket.
The pants are going to be a problem.
Euijoo and Nicholas are, quite obviously, different sizes. Nicholas’ jeans are loose on him in a way that goes beyond sagging fashion. Not to mention how goddamn heavy they are. Heavy denim with heavier belts, plural. And the handcuffs. Which are objectively lighter than the belts, but the weight of their existence is heavy enough to drag the pants down further. Low enough for the jeans to stack at his ankles the same way it does on Nicholas.
It's too early for Nicholas to be up, and he's notoriously bad at texting back, but Euijoo complains to him anyway. This is all his fault, after all.
Euijoo: jeans too big
Euijoo: help
The jeans slide halfway down his ass. Euijoo yanks them up a tad more viciously than he ought to and something disentangles from the many flaps and zippers of the jeans and falls to the floor.
A little scrap of black material.
Oh hell no.
Just as he feared, it’s Nicholas’ Chrome Hearts underwear. The very same he parades around in on a daily basis, whether on schedules, in practice, or around their dorm. Is he expecting Euijoo to wear this too? Is there a need to go so far?
He tries not to think too hard about how this is Nicholas’ underwear as he strips down and changes again. His cheeks burn anyway.
As expected, it's too big for him as well. The material around the crotch is slightly thin from being stretched out in a way he doesn't want to examine. The cotton that probably wraps firmly around Nicholas’ thighs flaps around Euijoo’s legs. The waistband isn’t even trying to stay at his waist. This simply isn’t going to work.
He tugs his shirt up to show the Chrome Hearts band properly and snaps a picture of his situation. Nicholas’ underwear slips precariously low at his hips, and combined with the dim lighting and the way he’d lifted his shirt, the picture turns out more suggestive than he’d like. Nicholas probably wouldn’t care though, so Euijoo bites his lip and sends it to him anyway, along with help this is also too big.
He tosses his phone aside and steps closer to the mirror. As he does, Nicholas’ underwear decides it has given up on Euijoo and slides down to the tops of his thighs. The day hasn’t even started, and things are already going wrong. How the hell is he meant to bungee jump in these?
He opens their chat again to chew Nicholas out for putting him in these clothes and is smacked in the face by his own image. His shirt is lifted higher than he’d thought, exposing too much of his skin and the soft planes of his abs. Not to mention the goddamn happy trail disappearing into the shadows of the too loose waistband. Forget suggestive, the picture totally looks like a super racy, sexy-on-purpose nude. That he’s sent to Nicholas. Seriously, everything is going wrong today. Before he can delete the picture, the unread symbol disappears from the message. Fuck. Why is Nicholas even awake? Now he’d get made fun of even more if he deleted the picture.
Nichol: sexy juju
Nichol: woo~
Nichol: 😂😂
Euijoo scowls.
Euijoo: lets skip the chrome hearts
Nichol: 👎👎
Euijoo: pleaseeeeeee
There seems to be a couple of seconds of Nicholas attempting to type before he gives up and Euijoo receives a video call request instead. It takes a few moments to steel himself before he presses ‘accept’.
“Hey babygirl,” Nicholas greets. And laughs in his face.
“Ha. Ha.” Nicholas thinks he’s so funny. Euijoo is so glad his suffering brings him joy. “Did I wake you up?”
Nicholas nods. He sure looks comfy, snuggled up shirtless in bed and his eyes barely open. Euijoo has been up for hours for the table read, makeup, and hair setting. Life is so unfair. Though he supposes he should be grateful that Nicholas answered him, then.
“Oops, and good morning, I guess.”
“Morning, Juju.” His voice is still rough with sleep.
“Anyway. Let’s skip the Chrome Hearts.”
“You can’t. That’s the point. Sagging fashion is pointless if the underwear is boring.”
“I thought the point of this outfit was the handcuffs.” Euijoo frowns, rattling the offending item. The clink of metal on metal jingles loudly over the video call.
“Yeah, the handcuffs are the main point, but the sagging supports that. It’s fashion. It's all about balance, you know.”
Euijoo doesn’t know. He hopes the judgemental look he's giving Nicholas translates across the screen.
He knows it does when Nicholas starts laughing at him again. “Just trust me.”
Euijoo sighs as loud as he can. “I am not wearing your panties to film content.”
“Let me see, I’m sure it isn’t that bad.” Nicholas is still laughing, but Euijoo doesn’t have long before he needs to go out and greet the staff, so he sets his phone down against the mirror, pulls the underwear up again, and steps back to let Nicholas see him properly. It takes two steps before the underwear starts sliding down again.
“See?”
Nicholas peers at the screen, focused in a way that makes Euijoo squirm. He stands there feeling rather foolish with one hand clutching the panties for dear life as Nicholas stares, and stares, and stares.
“What colour are yours?”
“Mine?”
“Your own panties. Black or grey or blue today?” Because of course Nicholas knows that he only has underwear in those three colours.
He glances at the underwear he had kicked off earlier. “Grey.”
“That's fine, you can wear it underneath.”
He places his phone face down as he changes.
Nicholas keeps rambling to him through the faint rustling of his clothes. “Thank god it’s not blue today, the colours just wouldn’t work with your hair. Grey’s pretty good. The layering can make the waistband pop. Actually I thought you’d layer it anyway. I didn’t expect you to just…” Nicholas coughs, “Put it on directly.”
“Ah.” Euijoo is an idiot. Obviously. That would be the normal course of action, if there is anything normal about lending out one’s very expensive Chrome Hearts underwear to someone else. He banishes the sensation of the soft cotton of Nicholas’ underwear against his skin to deep recesses of his mind.
“I’m done changing.” The added bulk seems to help, and along with the friction between the two fabrics, Nicholas’ underwear is holding up much better than before.
“Mm, let me see?”
Euijoo leans his phone against the mirror again and steps back. The underwear stays in place this time. He tries to focus on his own reflection instead of Nicholas, squinting at him closely. His gaze travels from where Euijoo is holding up his shirt to show off the layered panties, down the length of his bare legs, finally smiling when he meets Euijoo’s eyes. “All good?”
Euijoo nods.
“Good, put on the jeans now.”
He puts on the jeans. They’re still as heavy as before. He frowns at Nicholas, who’s on a defensive before he can get a word out. “I told you it’s sagging!”
“This isn’t sagging, this is just falling.”
“Just tighten the top belt.”
“It's already the tightest it can go.” Besides, any tighter, and the jeans would bunch up in an unflattering way that Euijoo is all too familiar with.
“Ah well, nothing we can do about that then.” Nicholas yawns and stretches, way too unconcerned considering he's the one who put Euijoo in this predicament in the first place.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“Uh…” Nicholas swallows. Maybe Euijoo should cut him some slack; it’s too early in the morning for Nicholas to function properly. “Get one of those clips from the stylists? You can pin the jeans tighter.”
“Fine.” He’ll check with them later, if they have time before filming starts. “Anything else?”
Nicholas peers at the screen again and nods, “You look good in my clothes.”
Euijoo splutters, all of his exasperation evaporating as his brain turns to smoke. “The top is mine, though,” he finally says, just to be contrary.
“It’s my artistic vision. And everything else belongs to me.” Nicholas smiles like he can see right through him.
What a choice of wording. The blush he had been trying to hold back burns all the way through him. He doesn’t even get to say anything back because the staff calls for him a moment later.
“Euijoo-ssi? Are you ready? We need to mic you up soon.”
“Yes! I’ll be out in just a moment.” He turns back to Nicholas, brings the phone closer to tell him. “I gotta go now.”
Nicholas’ smile is sweet and fills his screen. “Fighting for today, Juju.”
“Thank you.” He’ll definitely need it. The itinerary is giving him a headache already. “You’re getting up this early?” Nicholas is kicking off his blankets instead of going back to sleep.
“Mm. I have a vocal lesson, then I’ll probably hit the gym. There’s a radio thing later too.”
As hardworking as ever. “Fighting today too then.”
“Thanks. See ya, Juju.”
“Mm, bye bye Nichol.”
He should have closed his eyes, then. Or hung up a second faster. For in the moment before Nicholas hangs up, the camera swings wildly, and he gets a glimpse of Nicholas in all his boxered, half-hard glory.
It would seem that Nicholas fills out that underwear more than enough.
Euijoo exhales deeply. Today is going to be a long, long day.