Doomed From The Start
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Jeongmin tugs at the collar of his shirt, a too-tidy button down that looks as much out of place on the photographer as a dress might. Despite having been a participant in many presentations and more than his shre of vocal performances, he’s still not all that fond of being dressed up. It’s too tight, too formal. But for Minwoo? He’ll do anything, even if that anything involves getting dressed up to meet his mother. Jeongmin can do it. He can do anything.
That doesn’t mean he likes it, though, as shown by the way he adjusts his collar again, nose wrinkling. It’s constricting, almost too constricting, and a far cry different from the jeans and graphic tees that Jeongmin is known for. Granted, it could be worse -- Jeongmin could be in a full suit, or a tuxedo, or in a costume. ....or a dress.
Thankfully, Minwoo appears before Jeongmin’s thoughts can take him on a wild ride, and he offers the other a small smile. “Happy birthday, Min.” After a moment more, one that is oddly quiet, Jeongmin lifts the object he’s been toying with. “I got her a rose,” Jeongmin says even though he knows Minwoo can see. He feels a little silly as he twirls the stem in between his thumb and index finger, but he desperately wants to impress Minwoo’s mother, to prove to her that as joking as he may often come across, he can be serious, and he is serious about Minwoo, and about his determination to take care of him. And surely Minwoo knows that. This is all he’s thought about since they broached they topic back at the beginning of July.
“Okay,” he says after a moment, offering his arm. “You never told me where she wanted to meet, so I hope you know where you’re going.”