La Petite Mort
Description
Title: La Petite Mort
Pairing: Onho
Genre: fluff (?)
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): a lot of flirting and a general misuse of the French language
Word count: 1185
Summary: Minho wasn’t lost. He knew exactly where he was. He was standing right in front of a shoe shop, catty-corner to a very fancy cafe. He just wasn’t 100% on where said shoe shop and cafe were in relation to say… his hotel.
Okay, maybe he was just the teensiest bit lost.
Maybe.
Okay, definitely.
Lost in a foreign country. Alone. And the only words he knew were “hello,” “bathroom,” and a certain male body part that was used as an unsavory insult. None of which were very helpful at the moment.
Prompter: Franzi (taeminmakesmesmile & franzithebookworm)
Prompt: Onho meeting coincidentally in a large city abroad (for example Paris)
Foreword
The was a prompt I wrote for a fic exchange on tumblr.
This is actually my favorite thing ever, okay. it's short and rushed and could have been better but... I. Love. It.
It's also unbetaed but what can ya do...
enjoy and stuff
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