Stuck

"Are you sure you're not gay?" Nikki asked, cocking her head to one side as she watched Junsu pluck at his bangs for the fifteenth time.

Junsu turned his head from the mirror to glare at her with the ferociousness of a puppy. Then, he approached her, thin frame layered in the suit she had picked out for him. He sat down on the bed next to her, raising a hand to gently caress her delicate jaw line. He smiled. "The only person I'd ever turn gay for is Yoochun, but he's forever straight so I guess you're stuck with me."

"Well, I guess I can find that comforting..."