Excuse Me, Do You Have A Boyfriend? [Minsung]

All it took was a dare

Gosh darn my friends! No, really, my friends are just the worst! Oh, I should introduce myself. Hi! My name is Han Jisung! I have terrible friends, a nonexistent will to live, and currently, due to the aforementioned friends, I'm in an awkward situation in front of a really cute guy.

Okay, okay. Let's rewinds a little. So, when two people love each other very much- haha just kidding. It was this morning, I woke up at 11 am, just like any normal person, and got ready. Brushing my teeth, taking a shower, the whole shebang. Once I was ready, I was prepared for a day of relaxation with no classes (meaning I wouldn't have to move from my bed). However, my so-called friends invited me for a social outing. Hooray, my favourite.

Being the nice person that I am, I willingly dragged myself down to the fast food restaurant (we're broke college students, don't judge us, at least it has restaurant in the title) we were meeting up at.

Oh! I should introduce my "friends".

First we have Felix, the one who invited me. He is a chill dude, my twin, and a gamer. He is what one would refer to as a social butterfly, but he is also a good listener. He's trying to learn to rap (I'm so proud), and he's a natural, especially with that deep voice (I'd be lying if I said I haven't gotten slightly turned on by his voice before. Don't judge me I bet you have too). Despite how low his voice is, he's still a baby with a baby face. He's the walking definition of a voice that doesn't fit their body. He is kind to all and a day younger than me (sucker). Be warned, however, because he is a meme lord.

Next we have the cute little monster, Changbin. He is an edge lord. This man is 167 cm 5' 6" and expects you to be intimidated (his arms do be kinda beefy tho). He's a really good rapper/producer, much like moi, but he is also really good at acting cute. He's very easy to tease, and he can be annoying sometimes. For real though, he's funny and very sweet.

Next is the man, Chan. He is the parent (don't ask if he's the mom or dad, we got into an argument last time) of the group. He is protective and pushes us to be our best. Like Changbin and I he raps/produces. He can get a little too intense sometimes but is always really apologetic after. He is dedicated and kind (and "low-key" has a daddy kink, but you didn't hear that from me).

Finally the little bugger, Seungmin. He is quiet but loud. Calm but chaotic. And, smart but stubborn. Basically, he is the devil incarnate. Don't get me wrong, I love Seungmin, but he is evil. He is headstrong and could totally mentally hurt you. You may beat him in brawns, but you'll never beat him in brains. He's always one step ahead of the enemy, and he says everyone is the enemy. (He's joking, I hope.)

Anyway, these were the friends I decided to hang out with (probably a poor sense of judgement). And, no they aren't my only friends, I swear. Oh, right! Back to why I'm mad at them.

We were casually gathered 'round in one of those booths (cause we're fancy oo~ooh like that). Somehow (totally not my fault) we started playing truth or dare. They were doing lame dares and truths like, "What is the last thing in your search history?" "I bet you can't scream 'skrrt skrrt'," or, "Stare at someone until they notice." Simple, right?

Me, being the man that I am, flexed and said, "Yo, wimps. Give me something challenging."

And Seungmin, being the devil he is, sprouted horns and a demon tail, and said, "Okay, but you asked for this," then looked around, "Go up to the cashier and say 'Excuse me, do you have a boyfriend'."

The rest of little demons sprouted their horns and tail all started jeering and taunting me, poking at me with their pitchforks. All of them were egging me on, and they knew what they were doing. "You're not a wimp right," "Come on, Jisung, how hard can it be," and, "What, scared?"

Who am I to deny such a challenge. No social anxiety here. Yup. Just go up to a stranger and ask if they have a boyfriend. No big deal.

Except, it was a very big deal. Welcome to The Situation (trade mark). You now know why my friends are the worst.

I went up to the cashier confidently and asked, "Excuse me, do you have a boyfriend?"

Oooooh boy I was not prepared for the response or who it was that responded. Why couldn't I have forced Chan to do this? More importantly, why did I bother doing the dare? Stupid me, stupid big mouth, stupid ego.

The gorgeous man I just directed the question at goes, "Single as a Pringle. Such a shame, don't you think?"

I was so not prepared for this. There's a handsome stranger who just told me they were single. How are they single? Wow, this dude is hot, like hot-hot. Why am I so gayyy? Why am I a panicked gayyy? It's not faaaair.

"You're really pretty," shut up self, "A-ah, sorry, that must have been too direct," Shut. Up. self.

Gorgeous Guy snickers at me and leans further over the counter, lashes fluttering. My brain has fried his laugh, and face, and voice, and hair, and eyes, and- where was I going with this? Right, I need to say something.

I certainly try, but my mouth has finally shut up, so I stand there gawking. Did I mention he's gorgeous?

Gorgeous Guy looks at me with his sparkling eyes and asks, "How about you? Come here to cheat on anybody?"

Come on Jisung don't mess this up, you know you're single. "No?"

"No?" He repeats, smirking.

"I- no. Single Pringle, too. Haha," I could have said it any other way. Any. Other. Way.

"What a pity. Both of us are single," he leans back, "Oh! Here's an idea. Want to go out with me? We might be able to get ourselves a boyfriend."

Whut.

Did Gorgeous Guy just ask me out. Fak, I don't even know his name. Why would this godly looking guy with a smooth voice and good social skills want to ask me, Han Jisung, out? Better say yes before he realizes his mistake.

"S-sure, uhm?" Wow. Such response. Very speech. So words. Many respect.

"I'm Minho," he laughs, "Lee Minho. And you, prince?"

Prince? PRiNcE?? OMG OMG OMG!! HE'S GAYYYY!!!! (A/N sorry lol)

"I-I'm Han Jisung."

"Nice to meet you, Jisung," he reaches over and grabs a napkin, scribbling something down with one of those weird chain pens that they have for some reason, "Here," he says, shoving the napkin at me.

I take the napkin (totally not staring because he just touched my hand) and tear my eyes away from him. On the napkin was his friccin' number and "Saturday 2 pm". Happy dance, tears of joy.

"Text me, and we'll decide where to go. Alright, pretty boy?" He winks at me.

"Uh huh, Gorgeous Guy," I nod dumbly.

I totally don't skip, hop, and jump back to the table. You know what, maybe my friends aren't so bad.

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Cringe ending. Cringe story.

Anyway, here's the rewrite. I still have a continuity idea.