minsung one shots

prom?

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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fluff / 2789
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ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᴵ'ᵐ ˡᵒʷᵏᵉʸ ˡᵃᵗᵉ' ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸʸʸ

minho had never been so consumed by a single plan before. not during finals week. not even during that one time he tried to organize a spontaneous camping trip for the group and ended up leading everyone into a mosquito-infested part of the woods with zero cell signal and only one half-working flashlight.

no, this was bigger. more personal.

this was prom. and more importantly, this was jisung.

jisung, who laughed with his whole chest like he didn’t care who was listening. jisung, who talked to plants like they were people and once tried to convince minho that his monstera needed therapy. jisung, whose notebooks were filled with lyrics and doodles and random thoughts written in the margins like secrets waiting to be read.

jisung, whose hoodie sleeves were always too long and who got glitter on his nose every time he touched craft supplies. jisung, who once fell asleep during a horror movie and mumbled “don’t kill the pizza” in his sleep.

minho liked him. a lot. in that quiet, steady kind of way that makes your heart thump a little faster every time the person walks into the room. it had been building up for over two years, quietly at first, then louder - until it became impossible to ignore. and now, with prom around the corner, minho knew it was time.

he was going to ask jisung to prom.

but he couldn’t just ask. no, not with a text. not with a mumbled “hey, wanna go?” in the middle of lunch. jisung deserved something special. something thoughtful. something that said, i really, really like you, and i want this night - and maybe more - with you.

and that’s where the plan began.

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“so, flowers,” chan said, pacing in minho’s room like he was planning a world tour. “people like flowers. jisung definitely likes flowers. remember when he brought that tiny cactus to class and named it ‘mr. stabbington’?”

changbin snorted into his juice box. “and he cried when it died.”

“it didn’t even die,” seungmin said, completely deadpan. “he just forgot it in the art room for two days and thought it had abandoned him.”

minho let out a sigh. “you’re all extremely helpful. thanks.”

“he likes weird flowers,” changbin chimed in from the bean bag, surrounded by empty snack wrappers. “remember when he said sunflowers are like ‘warm energy with leaves’?”

“he also likes violets,” seungmin added without looking up from his laptop. “he had violet stickers all over his laptop case last semester. and one time he spent fifteen minutes explaining to me how the color purple ‘feels like calm thunder.’”

minho rubbed his temples. “do you guys keep lists of the things he says?”

“we keep lists of the things you say about him,” chan said with a grin.

“it’s hard not to,” seungmin muttered. “you turn into a different person whenever he’s around. like a kicked puppy trying to act cool.”