The Return of the Emperor
Zane took off Yeonho’s hat and ran his fingers through the blond wig, adjusting as if the foolish prop would steady him.
Tae’s lips pressed into a thin line. For a long beat he looked like he was weighing his own shadow against the scales. Then, with a dramatic sigh and a showman’s grin, he turned to face Zane. “Very well. But you must say the three words that bind me to foolish acts,” he said, blushing as he puckered his lips into a pout while his long slender fingers played with his dark locks.
"I knew you were gay for me," Zane huffed, poker-faced then pinched the bridge of his nose. "But, buddy, I'm solely interested in women. Plus, I'm not your type." He shrugged.