“Youngjae yah.” The said boy hummed. "You didn't want to go to prom?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I didn't ask someone to go with me because I don't feel like it.”

“But… would you go with me?” the brunette was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and Youngjae turned his head to look at him.

“Huh? What is the meaning of this?” Youngjae smiled.

“Yeah. I-I mean, we could go as friends?” Youngjae could see the look of uncertainty on the other’s face.

“Sure. Why not?” Daehyun’s eyes sparkled and his smiled formed into a wide smile.

“R-really?”

“No.” the brunette pouted. 

a/n; i'm bad at foreword /cringes/. this fic is actually for this someone's birthday. are you reading this? yeah you tell me to go away when im writing this. TT.TT

btw.. look at the pic. im imagining them pose like that when hanging out at school.