MASKED FACES || SEVENTEEN

⛥ THIRTY THREE ⛥

Yoshi and Asahi gazed at each other in disbelief at their ridiculous outfits. Yoshi, wearing a pair of plaid lounge pants and a matching plaid shirt, complete with a pair of moccasins a size too big, looked like the very embodiment of a stereotypical grandfather. Meanwhile, Asahi, wearing an oversized floral sundress, complete with a straw hat and a pair of sandals, looking like a grandma.

Yoshi and Asahi sat motionless and dumbfounded as Miyeon began to fiddle with their wigs and makeup, which only served to further emphasize how ridiculous they looked. Yoshi, who was sporting a grey wig that sat awkwardly on his head, looked like an aging thespian trying to hold onto the vestiges of his youth, while Asahi's bright red lipstick made him look like a clown. The two of them sat there, feeling as if they had been cast in the most bizarre theater production of all time.

Miyeon stood back to admire her work, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she surveyed Yoshi and Asahi's faces. "You two look absolutely perfect," she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Asahi spoke up again, his voice dripping with disbelief. "I still can't believe we're actually doing this. This is just so...ridiculous." he looked over at Yoshi, who was struggling to keep his wig in place, and shook his head in disbelief. "We look like clowns."
Yoshi let out a disgruntled sigh as he reached up to adjust his wig again. "Clown is right. I feel like I'm in some sort of bad comedy sketch." He glanced over at Asahi and couldn't help but chuckle at his garish red lipstick.

Asahi caught him laughing and shot him a glare. "Hey, don't laugh. You look just as bad, if not worse, than i do."  He gestured to his plaid pajama pants and moccasins. "You look like you just walked straight out of a retirement home."

Miyeon interrupted before Yoshi could respond, her tone authoritative. "Enough, boys. We have a job to do, and you both look absolutely perfect for it". She looked at them both, her eyes filled with a mischievous gleam. "You both look exactly the way we need you to look. So stop complaining and get into character. We've got a mission to complete."

As Asahi gestured to his chest, where Miyeon had placed soft, silicone cups to give him a more feminine appearance, he couldn't help but voice his skepticism. "Were these balloons really necessary? I feel like a cheap imitation of a grandma."

Miyeon let out a laugh and patted Asahi on the chest. "Oh, lighten up. They're not balloons, they're fake bosoms. Now let's keep going, we're almost done here."
Yoshi chuckled as he watched the exchange, secretly grateful that he didn't have to wear anything that uncomfortable. "Yeah, Asahi, lighten up. You make a great grandmother, fake bosoms and all."

Asahi shot Yoshi a glare, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "Oh, shut up, Yoshi. You're one to talk. You look like a grandpa straight out of a cheesy sit-com."

Asahi began listing off the various concerns and uncertainties surrounding their mission. "First of all, we snuck out without telling Namjoon, which means we're already in trouble. Second, this plan is so ridiculous that I'm starting to question our sanity. And third, I have no idea if we'll even make it out of this alive. Am I missing anything?"

Miyeon chuckled as she listened to Asahi's litany of concerns. "You're overthinking this, Asahi. We've got everything under control. Trust me, this plan is going to work just fine. And as for Namjoon, he'll forgive us once he sees how well everything unfolds."