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MEMBERS REACTION TO TURNING INTO GIRLS FOR 24 HOURS

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SION

Sion sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed and lips pursed. His long, dark hair framed his soft, delicate features, but his usual intense gaze remained.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, his voice softer and higher-pitched than usual.

You bit back a laugh, trying not to let his transformation amuse you too much. "Come on, Sion. It’s not every day you get to experience life like this."

He shot you a glare. "Why do you sound so entertained by this?"

"Because it’s kind of cute," you teased, patting his head. "You look like someone who walked out of a K-drama."

Sion groaned. "If anyone sees me like this—"

Before he could finish, the other members burst into the room, Riku already holding up his phone.

“Hyung, you look like a goddess!”

Sion lunged for Riku, but his newfound balance (or lack thereof) sent him tripping into your arms. You caught him, trying not to laugh.

"Maybe you should stick to softer roles today," you suggested with a grin.

He sighed but let you guide him to a mirror. “Just… don’t post anything.”

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RIKU

Riku twirled in front of the mirror, marveling at his reflection. His auburn hair was now long and wavy, and his wide eyes looked even more expressive.

“This is incredible,” he said, turning to you. “Do I look like an idol actress?”

You chuckled. "You definitely have the visuals for it."

He struck a dramatic pose, flipping his hair over his shoulder. "Maybe I’ll start my own YouTube channel. ‘Riku’s Beauty Tips.’"

“First, you should learn how to walk in those heels you insisted on trying,” you said, pointing to his wobbly attempt at standing.

“I’ve got this!” he declared confidently—right before stumbling into the couch.

You helped him up, laughing. “Maybe stick to sneakers for now.”

“Fine,” he pouted, but his grin returned quickly. “This is kind of fun, though. Can we do makeup next?”

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YUSHI

Yushi sat cross-legged on the floor, his usual stoic demeanor unchanged despite his delicate new features. His silky black hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his gaze was softer but no less intense.

“You’re taking this… really well,” you observed, sitting next to him.

He shrugged, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “It’s temporary. No point in freaking out.”

You nodded, then hesitated. “You know, you could actually pull off being a model. You’re really pretty like this.”

A faint blush dusted his cheeks. “Thanks, I guess.”

Curious, you handed him a hair tie. “Want me to teach you how to braid your hair?”

Yushi hesitated but eventually nodded. “Sure. It’s weird having it all in my face.”

As you worked, he glanced at you. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

You grinned. “Maybe a little.”

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JAEHEE

Jaehee stared at his reflection, tugging at the hem of his oversized hoodie. His pixie-like features and shoulder-length hair gave him an almost fairy-tale-like appearance.

“I look like… one of those idols people simp over,” he muttered, cheeks red.

“Not wrong,” you said, smirking. “How does it feel?”

“Weird,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “And these hands—why are they so small?”

You laughed, holding up your own hands for comparison. “Welcome to the world of dainty fingers. Want me to paint your nails while we’re at it?”

Jaehee groaned. “Please, no. I’d rather train or spar to take my mind off this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “In that body? You’d barely last five minutes against the guys.”

“Watch me,” he challenged. But as he tried a high kick, his balance faltered, and he ended up sprawled on the floor.

You couldn’t stop laughing. “Told you!”

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RYO

Ryo adjusted his hair for the tenth time, examining his reflection with a satisfied smirk. His new feminine look gave him an ethereal charm, and he knew it.

“I’m stunning,” he declared, flipping his hair dramatically.

“Someone’s enjoying this a little too much,” you teased, leaning against the doorframe.

“Can you blame me?” he asked, striking a pose. “I could totally debut in a girl group right now.”

“Maybe tone down the confidence,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Never.” He twirled around. “This is the best 24 hours of my life.”

But as he attempted to dance in his new form, he tripped over his own feet, landing ungracefully.

“Still stunning?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“Obviously,” he replied, brushing himself off. “Nothing can ruin this masterpiece.”

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SAKUYA

Sakuya hid behind a pillow, his face bright red. His soft, delicate features peeked out, framed by silky, shoulder-length hair.

“You can’t just hide all day,” you said, sitting beside him.

He peeked out, his cheeks still flushed. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Why? You look adorable,” you said, trying to reassure him.

“That’s the problem!” he exclaimed, burying his face again.

You laughed, pulling the pillow away. “Come on, let me at least braid your hair. You’ll feel better.”

He hesitated before nodding slightly. As you worked, he relaxed a little.

“See? It’s not so bad,” you said with a smile.

“Maybe not,” he admitted, glancing at his reflection. “But I still can’t wait to be normal again.”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, patting his shoulder.

For the rest of the day, Sakuya stuck close to you, his shy demeanor making him even more endearing.

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