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Minho was in a hurry. There was an interview he was meant to be at--two minutes ago. The building was just across the street and if the damn light would turn red he’d be able to get across. He was standing in the midst of a group of about ten people, and they were all starting to annoy him with the way they were talking. It was so loud and he was beginning to get a headache, both from the stress of being late and sleeping for so long.
There was a clearing in the streets starting to appear, and he was sure he’d be able to go by within the next minute or so. After taking a glance down, he realized his boot was untied and cursed silently to himself. He bent down on one knee and started to tie his shoe, sitting up once he heard people cheering and freaking out. He glanced around to see people staring at him--and the stranger in front of him--with their phones out, recording. They all had smiles with different levels of excitement within them on their faces and Minho was growing even more confused as every second passed. What were these people doing?
A sense of dread filled his heart as he realized the position he was in with the stranger in front of him. Of course, it must’ve looked like--to the unknowing eye--that he was about to propose to them. This could not be happening, especially not right now. He had an interview to get to, which, mind, he was already late to, and he had never even met this person once in his life. Letting down all of those people and having to deal with the embarrassment of it all would make him bomb his interview even more, and he didn’t feel like going through that right now. He desperately needed this job and really hoped the stranger would forgive him for what he was about to do. Most importantly, he hoped he would play along because if not, that would only result in utter mortification.
“I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you. I want the best for you and I will give you that, if you let me. I don't have the money to buy you a ring right now, but I can promise you that once I do, I will buy you the most beautiful ring ever, to match you-” With that, the audience ‘aww’ed and he really hoped the look in his eyes conveyed just how sorry he was, “now, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Why did he do that? Why didn’t he just move on and let everyone down? This kid--he assumed he was younger, he looked like he could be underage but Minho really hoped not or else this would turn into something completely different and that would be even worse--was about to embarrass the hell out of them both by stating that he didn’t know Minho or just flat out rejecting him.
“I- uh… y-yes. I’ll marry you.” They were both blushing wildly at this point, both from embarrassment and something else. Minho couldn’t help but admit that the other boy was absolutely adorable, especially when he was staring at him with wide eyes and a flushed face.
Minho spluttered as everyone burst out into cheers, and he leaped up to drag the other kid into a bear hug. “Thank you for playing along, I didn’t want to let them down.” He whispered, trying to explain himself to the other. They pulled apart, just barely, to look each other in the face. Minho gave him an apologetic smile and the kid grinned, even going as far as to kiss him on the cheek. It was Minho’s turn to stare at him in shock, and he gave a little laugh as everyone started cheering once more.
The light finally turned red and the crowd made their way across the street, each going their own way and some people stopping to say congratulations. Minho just gave them an awkward smile and dragged the boy along with him, desperately needing to talk to him in private. Well, as privately as you could on the middle of the sidewalk. Once the street was pretty much clear, Minho stopped them in front of the building that he had an interview in.
“I’m honestly really sorry about that. I’m the type of person that gets really mortified if I embarrass others so I didn’t want to let everyone down and that would’ve just been so embarrassing-” The boy cut his ramble off with a laugh, and Minho stared at him as if he had grown two extra heads.
He grinned cheekily at him, “it’s alright, I promise. I just found it funny. I’m the same way, so… I was honestly about to do the same thing if you hadn’t confessed your love for me.” He shrugged, smirking at Minho as he bobbed back and forth on his heels.
Minho stared at him for a long second, trying to decide how much he liked this guy, before sticking his hand out and giving him a charming smile, “I’m Lee Minho.”
“Han Jisung. Nice to meet you, how old are you?”
“I just turned 23,” They let go of each others hands and Minho caught a glimpse of his own watch and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Oh my gosh, I was meant to be at an interview in this building ten minutes ago. There’s no way they're gonna give me the job now.” He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face and through his hair.
Jisung tilted his head and pointed up at the building they were next to. “This one?” Minho nodded and Jisung grinned. Minho was about to ask him why he was so happy when he started speaking, “my dad owns this building. I’m sure I could get you a job…” He trailed off, a mischievous grin on his face.
Minho started to grin but frowned once he thought of something, “why?” He paused, “I could be, like, a horrible person. Plus, I, a stranger, just proposed to you.” Jisung couldn’t help but laugh.
“I think if you're telling me that you could be a horrible person, you aren’t. We aren’t strangers, I know your name!” Minho gave him a look and Jisung laughed. “No, honestly, I just think you're really cute and interesting and I’d like to get to know you so… why not?”
Minho raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms loosely, “I wouldn’t want to get a job just because someones son thinks I’m cute and interesting.”
Jisung didn’t seem to see the problem and waved him off, “I’ll just make sure they interview you. Who knows if you’re good enough to get the job, anyways?” Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes slightly. “If you roll your eyes at me again, I won’t talk to my dad.”
Minho put his arms up in surrender, smiling softly at Jisung. “Alright, alright, you five year old. I apologize. Thank you.”
“You wanna know a way that you could really thank me?” Minho titled his head. “Give me your number.”
“How smooth.” Minho said, and brought out his phone. Handing it over to Jisung, “just put your number in my phone and I’ll text you,” He grinned, “maybe.”