minsung oneshots

something different

okay... it's a lil cliché, but i had this for different characters a LOOONNNGGGG time ago, but it just worked so yeah. if you don't enjoy it, that's ok. I like it though, it reminds me of my early days as a writer.

but i hope you like it anyways :)

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Music swirled around him, the dresses of the girls swished together, creating a melody with the clicking of heels and boots. Prince Minho wandered aimlessly around the ballroom, creating useless small talk with some ambassadors from neighboring countries. His nose twitched under the black velvet mask that covered the top half of his face. The silver detailing that went off the mask was overkill, but his mother decided on it.

For some reason, his mother had also decided on a masquerade ball. Maybe it was to help people mingle more, as to not be held back by status, since people from the town were also at the party. His black boots clicked against the marble as he walked across the room. The silver clasps on Minho's suit coat glistened in the candlelight and his cape fluttered around his ankles as he moved.

This was supposed to be his 20th birthday party,  which always ended up being more like a national holiday celebration than a party. His father had planned it for him to mingle with other royals, do princely things and make connections. Minho was currently in training to become king as Levanter's crown prince, even though he was the second son. His older brother, Chan, had abdicated the throne and moved to Yellow Wood to finish his military training.

Minho walked around, nodding and bowing, the works of being the crown prince. As he was making his rounds around the room, he accidentally bumped into another boy, knocking him to the floor. "I am so sorry. My apologies," he exclaimed, leaning down to help the boy off the floor.

The boy's eyes shimmered from behind his golden mask as he smiled up at him, "It is perfectly alright," he said, brushing off his blush-colored suit, "No harm, no foul." Minho stepped back after making sure the boy was actually alright, " I still feel bad, I should have been paying attention."

There was a brief moment of awkward silence then dancing music started to play and a circle started to form. The boy grabbed his hand. "You can make it up now. Care to dance with me?" Minho looked around the room, "Won't whoever you came with be upset."

The boy laughed, "Considering the fact that I came alone, I don't think anyone would mind. Unless you have a line of people wanting to dance with you." Minho knew it was a joke, but to be honest, he probably did have a line.

Minho knew he should probably go dance with the princesses his father invited, but he also couldn't bring himself to say no to this boy. Besides, he was one of the only people he had spoken with who seemed genuine, even for just a few words.

"No, I'm alone, too. Let's dance." He smiled as the boy dragged him to the dance floor. Minho placed his hands on the boy's tiny waist, which was a lot smaller than he expected, and the other in his hand. Minho's skin tingled as he placed his hand on his shoulder. The music started and he began the dance. Instantly Minho noticed that the boy was an incredible dancer.

As Minho waltzed around the ballroom with him, all sense of dread about his 20th birthday party washed away. His brain filled with the sweet scent of his dance partner's cologne and the way his hands felt on his shoulders. As the music died down, he started up a conversation with him. "So, are you here with anyone at all?"

"Um, yeah?" Minho smirked, "Was that an answer or just another question?" The boy laughed, "I'm not sure how to respond. Um, Did you come with anyone? You are way too handsome to be here alone."

All the blood drained from the boy's face. "I-I just said that out loud didn't I?" Minho just nodded, unable to say anything without laughing. "Yeah, you did." He laughed, and the boy frowned. "Don't laugh, it's already embarrassing enough as it is." Minho smiled, "No, it's fine really."