HOTEL

@(♕) Shiro Yoshiwara —

Jeongguk has been in many situations that require him to think and act fast so that he doesn't up three main things—his clothes, goal, and ego. There have been many cases where he had to sacrifice his clothes to succeed a goal, but never has he once blown his cover or destroyed his ego. Even though he went home in blood-stained and holey clothes on multiple occasions, at the end of the day, it's not his character that's been devoured. After years of training as an underdog, Jeongguk no longer (or hardly) has to worry about things like that. After so many years of doing work to serve for a higher-level, nothing ever surprises him anymore. He knows what to expect, and when, as long as he's smart and makes the right decisions—and Jeongguk is especially good at that.

That being said, ever since Jeongguk reached a position of high respect and nobility, nothing has ever caught him off-guard. After all, he doesn't battle on the front-lines anymore. He has a whole list of people under the palm of his hand to do that for him. In a story as bizarre as his, one would never expect the first person to catch him unprepared to be someone he should have seen coming.

"Oh," he says, the small sound slipping out of his mouth before he's able to prevent it. However, it takes less than a second for him to recollect his composure. His little falter was so subtle, most people wouldn't have picked it up. But in a room of just two, him and an —who, may he add, is actually a //boy//, despite his deceitful outward appearance—he's sure the boy would have most likely picked it up.

His arm that was previously raised to hand him the garment bag drops to his side before clearing his throat, putting himself back together before speaking, "You may change anywhere you would like to change. If you would like to change here, that is fine by me. However, I will be using the washroom."

He strides in the direction of the washroom, and closes the door behind him upon entering. The garment bag is hung on a silver bar attached to the wall, and the suitcase is laid open on the sink counter. When he s the garment bag, he curses. The jacket is button-less, and that kills his original plan. However, that does not faze him. He's got multiple tricks up his sleeves, and if one won't work, the other definitely will. Either way, he can make it work.

Jeongguk slips his shirt off before pulling the thin, bulletproof vest on him, then covering it with the ironed dress shirt, buttoning it up until all of the black is covered. Usually, he wears his vest over the dress shirt, but the jacket is button-less, and thus, will not allow that, unfortunately. But, it's okay, because now it's covered under his white shirt, and—after he pulls on the black slacks and slides his arms through the sleeves of the black jacket—he thinks he look absolutely //charming//.

When he opens the door, he takes the suitcase (closed and buckled) with him, bow tie in his other hand, not yet to be put on.

@(♜) Jeon Jungkook // -continuing- //

Sora barely managed to bite down a chuckle as even this man who had been expecting an effeminate male mistook him for a real woman. He was going to make sure to relay this to the staff at the spa. They had done a terrific job indeed. "Thank you~", he cooed, his voice giving away his actual gender and accepted the garment bag, his fingers just barely brushing against the man's own hand as he did so. A tiny smirk was dancing on his lips as he waited for the other's reaction, regardless of how small it was, to the revelation. "Would it be alright if I just changed here?", he continued, softening his voice and gazed at the other with his large, green eyes. Sora knew this type of man. They were very self-involved, egocentric and convinced that they were at the top of the good chain. And Sora saw no problem in playing the obedient little for him.

@(♜) Jeon Jungkook Sora was bored. Extremely bored, in fact. There were no special heists, deals, shipments, meetings or anything of the like today and Sora was more or less banned from headquarters at the moment. His dear, oblivious members who thought he was but another providing the shadow syndicate with information, had deemed him too distracting and sent him away. With nothing to do, he'd gone back to his apartment in the inner city. It was nothing luxurious, just the basics. His lips quirked up into a smile at the memory of a very flustered drug dealer pinned down beneath him, stuttering that he was to be let go. Gosh, his sweet, little shadows were so precious. But now he was stuck with nothing to do... ah! He should go to a beauty spa. Kind of gay, yes, but he was panual and habitually took care of his appearance, so whatever. Humming to himself, he slipped into a pair of baggy jeans and loose pastel-coloured pullover, tied his long, black hair back into a fairly decent bun, grabbing his wallet and his phone and was gone within minutes.

As he walked along the streets the familiar sound of pedestrians questioning his gender arose. He was not short, even by male standards in Korea, but he had the silhouette of a slender girl and a face that kept confusing people as to whether he had a willy or a peach between his legs. Naturally, once , one could see that the structure of his bones and the outline of his muscles - albeit still effeminate - were that of a male's. Sora knew what he looked like and there many occasions where he had used his appearance to his advantage. It seemed the passer-byes had come to a fairly unanimous decision that he was tall, foreign tomboy. Cue his green eyes, along with his feminine traits, a gift from his mother wherever she may be. Sora had never gone back to France to see how his family was doing. He wasn't sure what he wanted to see, nor that it would be good for either party to come in contact with each other now. It's not like his job was being a gardener, or a school teacher.

After a pleasant stroll, he was welcomed by the bright smiles of the spa attendants and ushered into treatment.He got a full cleanse, full massage and skin treatment to make it nice and velvet-y. Just as one of the workers was pulling a mask off of his face, his phone started to ring. "Give me my phone.", he instructed and immediately picked up. Finally! If that phone rang, it meant one of his sugar daddies was requesting his attention. Yes, there were many things Sora did to combat the constantly impending boredom. Usually, he also used his phone for work as an , but he was on break from that so when his 'boss' was on the other line, Sora was more than a little surprised. He was an exclusive , very hard to book. What about his reputation, if he suddenly showed up in the scene while he was officially on break? After having the situation explained to him, the half-Japanese decided to screw his reputation and go have some fun. Apparently it was an urgent request and Sora would have to pretend to be a woman. That sounded interesting enough for him.

A smirk danced on his lips as he sat up, brushing a strand of his freshly washed ebony hair behind his ear. "Girls..~", he began, musing. "Time to get my make-up done.", he spoke, eyes flashing in excitement. His statement was quickly followed by squeals from the staff who had always dreamed of transforming him into a full-fledged woman.

The make-up was kept simple. He already had soft features, so they focused on bringing out his eyes and making his lips look as kiss-able as possible. His hair was styled to fall over his right shoulder in loose, luscious curls and by the time Sora was back in his own clothes, he really did look like a girl with tomboy fashion. Throughout the whole procedure, he was giving the staff instructions, pointing out this and that and in general being extremely fussy. He wanted to look absolutely striking for his debut back into the scene. He felt like a child at christmas, staring at a tree surrounded with presents that were all addressed to him. With sparkling eyes, he even went as far as to let the girls pick out a bra for him, one he could pull off wearing without having any actual s to speak of. And...... they helped him tuck away his thing. It was an experience they all truly bonded over and Sora was fairly sure he would receive a discount the next time he came.

On the way to the hotel room, he stopped by a jewellery and bought a pair of gold earrings, embellished with a singly emerald, as well some flat dress shoes from the woman's department. And 5 minutes later, he was at his destination, heart thundering away as if he were going on a blind date. Quietly, he opened the door and stepped into the room, a pleased smile immediately spreading across his lips as he caught sight of the company tonight. Now that, was worth it all. He looked delicious, especially that sharp, penetrating stare of his.

@(♕) Shiro Yoshiwara —

It really how gatherings like these require one to bring someone along with them as a date. First of all, Jeongguk doesn't spend much time looking for girls to be on his arms for social events like these, and second, he doesn't need to. All he's ever known is himself, and what's his. Getting girls' numbers should be relatively easy for a man like him, but he never has. Why would he need to? Aside from these stupid gatherings, when would he //ever// need a reason to ring up a girl. Furthermore, what are the chances of them accepting if they hardly know each other, right? Jeongguk would never build a relationship of any sort with a girl, be it lovers or friends, because he believes they'll only get in his way of things.

So when a friend reaches out an invitation to Jeongguk out of nowhere, he's stunned for a few minutes. He has not faced a situation where he needs something he doesn't have, then and there. The impromptu appeal leaves Jeongguk scrambling through his contacts to see whether or not he //did// have any female contacts, but to his dismay, the only one person he felt he was close enough to invite on an outing like this is unavailable at the moment. Frustrated, Jeongguk rings up a yes-man to see if he can prepare an for him, and he says yes. After a short discussion about arrangements over the phone, Jeongguk orders for a suit and a dress to be delivered to a hotel in the heart of the city, where he and the will be meeting.

Unfortunately, the sycophant could not get any female escorts. Jeongguk finds this out through a simple text message, and while he's on the way to the hotel, too. Irritated, he calls the man.

"A male is okay. However," he speaks, "please make sure they look feminine enough to wear a dress. I am running short on time, and a dress has already been preordered. Please tell the that they should change into the dress upon arrival. Make-up is greatly appreciated, as well. Remember to relay this information to the as this is a //very// important gathering for me."

There must be something going on. Jeongguk would not be randomly invited to a casino gathering out of the blue. He isn't sure what his friend is planning, or what's going to happen tonight, but he should always prepare for the worst. After all, light shining on the possibility of something happening is much more realistic than anything now. Jeongguk is good at reading the lines under and between different things. That is why he had prepared a suitcase of weapons, which he will be bringing into the hotel.

Naturally, he arrives first. In the wardrobe, there are two garment bags hung. He s the first one to find soft, red material. It's a dress. He zips it back up and takes the second garment bag before turning around. Then, the door opens, and a girl steps in. She's a few inches shorter than him, but he has to admit, she //is// a little tall for a female, although Jeongguk doesn't mind.

With a slacked jaw and slanted eyes, he says, "I thought Hyun couldn't prepare a female ." He takes the garment bag with the dress in it off the rack before walking towards the girl and holding it out to her. "Here is your dress. I made sure to ask for a dress with stretchable material in case they might be of a larger frame. Thankfully, I was correct."