King | Minsung AU

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jisung hated minho, right? he swore he's hated him since the moment he woke up in that stupid castle, the problem is he can't remember why. 

minho has been nothing but nice to him. he helped him in the alleyway, he took him somewhere safe. it was obvious minho had an interest in him, but was it reciprocated? 

writing his number on that napkin felt like the most right thing he's ever done in his life. what didn't feel right, was sitting by the phone for hours waiting for a boy-who he barely knew-to call and ask him out.

the piercing sound of his ringer-ring ding dong by shinee, of course-scared him so bad he nearly fell off his couch. 

"h-hello?"

"hey," jisung could almost hear the smirk through the phone. "were you waiting for me? you picked up on the first ring~"

"like hell i would wait for you. my phone was right next to me, lower your ego." jisung had always been good at lying.

"the world belongs to the conceited, love. anyway, you told me to call you. that's what i'm doing." he rolled his eyes, despite minho saying nothing but the truth. 

"and what exactly are you calling for?" the sarcasm was too heavy to bare, he considered dropping the act and playing nice but that just wasn't as much fun.

"when are you free?"

"is that really how you're gonna ask me out?"

"oh great and powerful jisung, would you do me the up most favor of letting me take you on a date?" the smile on both of their faces told a thousand stories.

"pick me up at seven. i'll text you my address." with that he hung up the phone, and leaned back. his breathing was slow and calm. that is until he saw the clock and realized he had an hour to get ready.

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minho was only partially freaking out. he had lots of experience with dates, but not with a boy. he had gotten dressed earlier, a white shirt with jeans and a green coat. he messed with his hair for about twenty minutes before giving up and leaving it at it's natural center part. 

his mind was racing with thoughts like "what if he doesn't want me to kiss him?" and "what if he doesn't like me at all?" there was a part of him telling himself that if those were true, the date wouldn't be happening in the first place, but that part of him was very quiet.

"i'm going out!" his mother's faint voice-asking a million questions as usual-was cut off when he slammed the door shut and made his way to his car. he had figured out early on that it was easier to ask for forgiveness than it was to ask for permission.

the drive to his apartment was easily one of the most nerve wracking things minho has ever experienced. when he got there he spent five minutes parked, just trying to catch his breath. 

he knocked on the door once and an orange haired boy opened the door.

"uh, sorry, did i get the wrong apartment?"

"no! i'm felix, jisung's roommate. he'll be out in a second, do you want to come in?"

"oh, uhm, okay." the apartment was smaller, but it was probably just enough space for the two of them. in all honesty, minho wished he lived in a smaller place, sometimes living in a castle is harder than you'd think.