Minsung Oneshots

🌸Blind Date🌸

Minho groaned in annoyance as his mother showed him the address of his blind date. He hated these dates, and though his mother had accepted he was gay and stopped making him go out with females, he still hated them.

You see, The Lee's owned a big tech company that he was in line for as the CEO, so his parents wanted him to meet someone reputable for him to marry.

Minho didn't mind the thought at first, but it just became a nuisance when all the people he was paired with were incompetent. I mean, if he hadn't found the one by now, he probably wouldn't find them at all. At least that's what he thought.

Minho himself was very capable, and he had tried numerous times to beg his parents to let him run the company alone. But each time he was denied.

"La Yeon restaurant.." Minho hummed, placing a hand on his hip as he read the address again. "Isn't that an expensive place?" He finally asked, glancing up at his mother who shot him a bright smile. "It is indeed." She took her phone from Minho's grasp and went to google some pictures of the restaurant.

"Eomma! Where is my white dress?? You better not have thrown it away!" Minho heard his younger brother Felix call out. And with that, his mother departed with a smile, going to help her other beloved son.

Minho chuckled to himself as he heard Felix arguing about why he should be allowed to wear dresses if he wants to, and how it's not up to her which clothes he throws out. And his mother defending herself by stating that it didn't look like it fitted anymore.

Minho checked the time on his Apple Watch: 4:46pm. The date was scheduled for 6, so he walked into his bedroom, choosing out a nice looking suit and some black dress shoes. He got changed, accessorising with a pair of earrings and some cuff links.

He brushed his hair back with his hand and checked the time again, it was 4:59pm. Minho accidentally sprayed some of his brothers random perfume on, hissing at the fruity scent that burned his nose. "Fuck- whatever." Minho mumbled, knowing he wouldn't like this guy anyways so it didn't really matter what he smelt like, although he usually liked to give good impressions.

There wasn't anything wrong with the scent, but to Minho it was far too feminine for his liking. He huffed, grabbing his phone, keys and wallet, striding out the front door, not bothering to say his goodbyes, seeing as his mother and Felix were still arguing about the dress debacle.

He entered the address into maps, it was an hour drive, so his timing was on point. He leaned back in the car seat, one hand on the steering wheel as he drove through the streets of Seoul, there were bright lights that were becoming visible as the sky darkened. The streets were bustling full with people, and Minho groaned at the sight, hoping this restaurant wouldn't be too busy.

After around an hour of driving, he reached his destination. He was six minutes late, but he wasn't too bothered, seeing as all the other dates always arrived half an hour later than the scheduled time.

Minho strode into the restaurant, an authoritative air surrounding him that made the staff shiver. "Reservation for Lee Minho." He demanded, leaning his elbow against the service desk.

A woman with short black hair and a lot of annoying dangly earrings and bracelets quickly typed away on her device, her nails loudly clicking against the screen.

"Table 14, it's over there." She pointed towards a booth with a bunch of rose petals scattered around. Minho smirked, noticing his date wasn't yet here. He walked towards the table without another word, scoffing as he saw the decorations his mother had prepared.

He was about to sit down when he saw a squirrel-like male staring up at him. The man quickly stood up, bowing to Minho. He wore a black leather skirt and a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath. "Hello, I'm Jisung, you must be Mr. Lee." He greeted politely, sounding composed and respectful.