“i’ve never been to itaewon without being in drag,” yejun says looking at himself in the camera of his phone. he presses a finger against his eyebrow, laying it flat before, looking at hasku for a moment and shaking his head. “that’s a lie but i haven’t in a long time. it’ll be strange, that’s for sure. i wonder if anyone will recognize me.”
in case it becomes a sudden meet and greet, yejun’s prepared himself with a face mask and large rimmed glasses to deter people from having the confidence to stop him in the street while he’s out. tonight is more about haksu having a fun time exploring the more queer side of seoul. not many people get to see it, so yejun finds it in his duty to be a bridge for some people to escape the sexually conservative culture, even if for just a night.
he’s lived as gemini for such a long time now, he almost has a performance anxiety creeping up until he remembers he’s not wearing a face full of foundation and a ten pound wig. no, tonight yejun can breathe and disappear behind the disguise of his natural born features and a wash of light face makeup. tonight he can experience things as yejun, which replaces the anxiety with a lingering small but legitimate fear.
yejun’s always been weak, gemini the stronger twin.
“are you excited?” yejun asks as he sees the first bar of the night in the distance. he smirks somewhat mischievously. “it’ll be fun.”
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