Minjeong gasped softly, standing in front of her mirror in the closet, wearing the red lingerie Hide had picked out for her, her hair neatly tucked inside the hair net, staring at the woman looking back at her.
It was her. But not.
The lace was delicate, hugging her petite body and tracing every soft curve beneath it. The bodice fit her neatly, gently accentuating her breasts in a way that felt natural and balanced, not overstated. The colour was bold.
And then she put on the wig.
Red bob. Sharp bangs.
She looked… different, like she was someone else.
Someone braver.
She turned, looking at herself from every angle.
This is insane, she thought. What am I doing?
But she didn't take it off.
Instead, she grabbed her phone and snapped a picture in the mirror.
The flash went off—capturing her in all her new, unfamiliar boldness. The photo preview popped up on her screen: the red lace, the sharp bob wig framing her face… she looked like a different woman.
Her heart thumped against her chest.
Was this really what she wanted to show Mincheol?
Would he be turned on seeing her like that?
"I'm home!"
She jumped and turned her head towards the door when she heard Mincheol call from the living room.
Was he back already?
She hadn’t expected him to come home so early—she thought she’d have more time to prepare herself, maybe practice walking in the lingerie. Or even send the picture to the group chat and get a second opinion from the girls.
Panic shot through her. Should she change?
No… no, that’s exactly why she did this.
Taking a deep breath and slapping her cheeks, she stepped out of the closet and toward their bedroom door, pushing it slowly and deliberately. The soft click of the hinge sounded loud in her ears.
Mincheol was sitting on their couch, scrolling through his phone again like usual. He hadn’t even changed out of his work clothes yet.
When he heard her footsteps, he glanced up—and then did a full double-take. His phone slipped slightly, his eyes widened, scanning the red wig first, then the lingerie hugging her frame—something he hadn't seen since their dating days.
"Minjeong?”
Her name left his lips in a tone she hadn’t heard in months—genuine surprise, maybe even… shock?
For once… he was speechless.
The silence stretched—thick and heavy. Mincheol just stared.
Minjeong’s face burned under his gaze, but she stood her ground.
No shrinking back, she told herself.
She had dressed up. Not just for him, but for him to see her. Have his undivided attention on her.
And judging by the way he was looking at her? It worked.
Kind of.
Hopefully.
She walked towards him, sashaying her hips.
His eyes tracked every sway of her hips, the confidence in her stride, not the quiet and subdued wife he was used to seeing at home.
His expression was neutral. The shock was still there. But neutral.
Minjeong stopped right in front of him, close enough that he had to tilt his head slightly upward to maintain eye contact. The neutral expression confused her. She expected some reaction by now.
Was he… unimpressed? Confused? Too stunned to speak?
Which was it. The silence was driving her nuts.
"You look... different..." he said.
His voice was flat—no warmth, no compliment, just an observation.
Her confidence wavered for a second.
Not the reaction she was hoping for. No awe, admiration or even lust.
Just neutrality.
"...Yeah," she said simply, "I do."
She swung her legs on either side of his hips, straddling him. “Do you like it?”
“I didn’t think you’d be bold enough to wear something like this,” he replied.
"I thought I could spice things up," She tilted her head to the side, her tone low and seductive tone. “Try something different.”
She leaned in and kissed him.