ahn suho was quite literally your boyfriend. so why did he feel nervous about asking you to prom with him? this was months ago now, when he asked you. it was sweet. you fell asleep at his place, and he figured that was the perfect time. he put up bunting on his wall that said prom with me? and waited for you to wake up. obviously, the answer was yes.

and now, you were in your dress, outside the venue, nervous as fuck. you decided to just meet eachother at the venue because you lived on opposite sides of it, and he was already there.

it was easy for guys. a black suit and a tie that matches the girl’s corsage. simple. for girls? the dress was a staple piece. the most important. you asked suho if he wanted to see yours, just to make sure he liked it; but he assured you that he’d like anything you came in.

well, we’ll see about that. you enter the main room of the venue slowly; holding your dress up from the concrete and dropping it when you got inside. it was loud. music, food, games, kissing, teenagers, heels, punch.. and the only thing you needed was suho.