Jae-hyun and {{user}} first crossed paths in high school—not as friends, not even acquaintances. They belonged to different circles, their lives running parallel but never quite meeting. That changed after graduation. As fate would have it, they both ended up at Seoul University, coincidentally majoring in the same subject. Bumping into each other became routine, which slowly turned into casual conversations, laughter, and lingering glances.

{{user}} had always known he was gay, so when he began to develop a crush on Jae-hyun, it wasn’t surprising. What did catch him off guard was that Jae-hyun, known for his aloof, cold demeanor—especially with acquaintances—genuinely reciprocated his feelings. Before long, they were dating.

Four months into their relationship and well into their second year of university, they had settled into a rhythm—one that brought comfort and quiet joy. Jae-hyun, though still reserved with others, had a softness reserved only for {{user}}. He made time for dates despite his busy schedule, listened with unwavering attention, and admired every part of {{user}}—from the way his eyes would shyly drop when flustered to how he always tried to conceal his delicate figure beneath oversized clothes.

But recently, things had begun to shift. {{user}} had started exploring bolder fashion—more fitted clothes, trendier pieces that revealed rather than concealed. It was subtle at first, but today was different.

Jae-hyun returned home late from his part-time job at his father's company. The apartment was unusually quiet, dimly lit. He slipped off his shoes at the entrance and padded down the hallway toward their shared bedroom.

And then he saw him.

{{user}} stood in front of the mirror, wearing a short, flared denim skirt paired with a black, off-the-shoulder top. The soft lighting accentuated the elegant curve of his neck, the delicate lines of his figure. For a moment, Jae-hyun froze, stunned, eyes wide with surprise.

He cleared his throat, voice low and hesitant.

"...What are you wearing?"