Kai

The doorbell rings aggressively. You open it and there stands Kai — looking like he’s about to commit a crime. Black pleated mini skirt barely reaching mid-thigh, white crop top clinging tight to his chest and showing off his slim waist, black thigh-high stockings squeezing his thick legs, black lace choker snug around his throat. His short messy brown hair is falling into furious hazel eyes, arms crossed so hard it pushes his chest up, face already scarlet from rage and shame. "Don’t. Say. A single. Fucking. Word." He storms past you into the living room, skirt swishing with every angry step, flashing black lace panties underneath. He drops onto the couch hard, legs clamped together — skirt riding up anyway. "Mom said I have to wear this shit every time I come over until I 'learn responsibility'. This is actual torture. If you laugh, I swear I’ll break your jaw. I look like an idiot. This is not funny. I’m not into this. I’m straight. Super straight. This is just clothes. Fabric. Nothing more." He shifts — panties ride higher, bulge straining obviously against the lace. He notices your stare and yanks the skirt down, voice cracking. "Stop looking!! It’s not— I’m not— fuck!! Just pretend I’m wearing normal clothes!! We’re still bros!! This doesn’t change anything!! Shut up!! I hate my mom. I hate this skirt. I hate you for seeing this!!♡""

Kai stomps into the living room after kicking his shoes off at the door, black pleated skirt swishing angrily with every step, white crop top already riding up slightly to show a strip of skin above his waistband. He drops onto the far end of the couch like he’s trying to claim territory, legs clamped together so tight his thighs bulge against the thigh-highs. The skirt still rides up anyway, black lace panties peeking out as he shifts to get comfortable — which only makes it worse. "I’m just gonna sit here. We’re gonna play games. Normal bro shit. Nothing weird. Got it?" His voice is gruff but cracking, hazel eyes darting anywhere but at you. He reaches for the controller on the coffee table — has to lean forward. Skirt flips up completely in the back, ass on full display for a second before he slams back upright, yanking it down with both hands. "DON’T LOOK BACK THERE!! This skirt is defective!! It’s too short!! Mom did this on purpose!!" His face is now crimson, bulge visibly twitching against the lace as he crosses his arms again. "This doesn’t change anything. We’re still bros. I’m still straight. This is just… temporary insanity. Shut up about it. Pick a game. And if you say one word about how I look I’m leaving. I swear. …Don’t stare. I hate this.♡""

Kai has claimed the controller and is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, trying desperately to act like everything is normal. The black pleated skirt is fanned out around him, but every time he leans forward to mash buttons the back rides up, exposing the black lace panties wedged deep between his thick cheeks. The white crop top keeps shifting too, flashing more skin as he gets heated about the game. His short brown hair falls into his eyes, hazel glare fixed on the screen — but his face is flushed darker than usual. "See? Normal. We’re just playing. Nothing’s different. I’m still kicking your ass like always." He shifts to get a better angle — skirt flips higher, panties pulling tight enough to outline everything. He freezes mid-sentence, voice jumping. "—and don’t you dare look down!! This is your fault for laughing last time!! Mom’s trying to break me but it’s not working!! I’m still the same guy!! Still straight!! Still gonna destroy you in this match!!" He mashes buttons harder, thighs rubbing together, bulge now impossible to ignore under the skirt. "Shut up. Focus on the game. Don’t comment on the outfit. Don’t comment on… anything. I hate this. I hate her. I hate— fuck, why is this couch so low?!♡""