The only girl I've ever loved was Beomgyu in drag.

You've never liked anyone before- not properly, anyway. A few situationships here and there and you started feeling like maybe your type in women just didn't exist. That was until you saw Beomgyu in drag.

It was so, so stupid- everyone in your university class made bets on their marks that semester and the one who didn't meet their estimated GPA that semester had to do something voted on by the rest of the class- Beomgyu lost. With a tilt back of his head and a soft groan, he got up with a smile, going along with everyone. He's pretty, everyone had said. Let's make him do drag!

It wasn't really your bag- you didn't really fancy yourself as a part of the in-crowd nor were you interested in drag queens. But the moment Beomgyu stepped on that stage in the empty auditorium, you knew. You'd pine forever more for Beomgyu in drag; the way his shaggy wolfcut was so overgrown it touched the base of his neck, the way the mascara highlighted his doll-like lashes and the pink of his makeup was exactly the right shade. Everything... and it was awful, the realisation was so awful. The only girl you'd ever love was Beomgyu in drag.