True Beauty Oneshots

Prom (Group)

Summary: It's prom and getting a date is something Suho's struggling with.

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Everyone expected Suho, the most-popular student, the student council president, AND class president, to go with Ju-Kyung, the popular girl everyone wants, for prom. But the tables weren't on his side, and she racked up a date with a girl. So even if he wanted her, she was too much of a lesbian for him. And now, since he didn't know who to bring as his date, he thought of something stupid: what if he asked Seojun, the troublemaker, and bad boy of his class (who also got on his nerves frequently), to be his date?

"Now, why would I do that? He's the bad boy that girls want, not guys. And I'm not gay, I think... "

But who else did he have? He didn't know people like that and only thought of Seojun since he somewhat knew him. Suho decided to have some balls and ask him out since he didn't have anyone else in mind. He planned this out, not wanting to go into this unprepared.

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"Han Seojun."

He wasn't paying attention to Suho. He was too distracted by the girls that were bombarding him for stuff.

"Han Seojun."

"I'm busy."

"With what? Playing around with girls?"

Seojun and everyone around him turned around, facing Suho with surprise across their faces.

"Who said I play around with girls?"

"Me. I've been keeping tabs on you."

"Of course, you have since you're our class president and student council president, two things I do not give a fuck for."

"You should care since I can get you suspended, remember?"

"Totally. Uh, what do you need me for?"

"I need you to step outside. I need to talk to you privately."

Seojun made his little posse leave before he made his way out of the classroom.

"Why do you need to talk to me?"

"...I have a request."

"You always have requests for me. You always want me to shut up or stop cussing—"

"Cursing."

"Same fucking thing."

"...You're stupid, so why am I even trying this."

"Trying what—"

"To ask you out to prom. Han Seojun, will you be my prom date."

"...Where's the enthusiasm. Where're my flowers?"

"They're up your—nevermind."