𝓾𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓿𝒆𝓻 ;
the entire thing was going to be incredibly awkward. when he got the case file, it seemed like a pretty normal undercover type of job, but as he read further he realized the requirement’s and his own special part in this entire act - and it was purely because the person he was working with had far to deep of a voice to pull off ...
dressing as a women.
utterly humiliating.
it wasn’t like sunggyu hadn’t gone undercover before, it was a simple sort of task really, it was just he never wore a brown wig with false eyelashes glued onto his lids and a dress. he’d rather not mention the heels, they hurt like hell and he was going to end up killing someone by the end of the night at this rate.
the dress was black, and a little too tight around his thighs - the false set of breasts were too heavy and the wig hair kept getting in his mouth or stuck to the red lipstick against his lips. at least he got to wear a fur jacket to hide his broad shoulders and also keep him from freezing - he didn’t understand how it was that women managed to wear so little and not get sick in the cool nights of seoul.
as he waited for kim himchan to arrive and take him to the car they’d be using, he checked his phone and sighed; the night had barely begun yet sunggyu already wished for it’s end.