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This post was inspired by that one tumblr user whose bff forgot to ask her to prom. Since Jungwon is a literal baby this is just cute and fluffy. There is a kiss at the end but it reads like a Disney channel original movie. Also I know nothing about prom or dress shopping except for what I’ve seen in movies so sorry for any inaccuracies. Jungwon, as always, is the most precious lil bean. Jake and Sunoo feature and Sunoo goes full Tan France. Hope u enjoy!!

You are staring at your phone, trying to decipher the text you just got from Jungwon.

“Hi! What color is your prom dress?”

As far as you know, you are not going to prom. You never have been going to prom. You never even got asked to prom, you think to yourself, amused.

“I don’t have a prom dress,” you reply back. “Why do you ask?”

His reply is prompt. “Prom is this weekend, right? Why don’t you have a dress yet?”

“Because I’m not going?” you reply back, more confused than ever. “I didn’t get asked to prom.”

The typing signal appears -- Jungwon is texting back. “Did I forget to ask you” is all it says.

You gape at your phone. Pressing the call button, you hold it up to your ear, and Jungwon answers almost instantly.

“Uh, hi,” he says, his voice sheepish.

“Hi,” you say, trying to hold back a laugh. “You have some explaining to do.”

“So, I thought I had told you that I was planning on taking you to prom,” he says hesitantly. “But then I realized about thirty seconds ago I never asked you. I literally told everyone but you,” he adds, exasperated.

“Well, that sounds fun. I don’t have a dress, though,” you say.

“You’ve still got a couple days!” he pleads. “Please, I think it would be really fun if we went together.”

You try to ignore the butterflies that erupt in your stomach as he says this. As a distraction, you pretend to deliberate for a moment before agreeing. “Okay, I’ll be ready to go. What time are you picking me up?”

“Six!” he says. “Don’t forget to ask your dad.”

You roll your eyes, knowing full well that if your dad could trade you for Jungwon as a kid, he’d gladly do so. “Okay, I will. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Bye,” he says cheerily. “And sorry again!”

The call ends and you run downstairs to talk to your dad. “Hey,” you say as you enter his office, and he looks up and smiles at you.

“Hey, stranger,” he teases. “What’s up?”

“Jungwon called,” you say. “Apparently he forgot to ask me to prom, but I’m gonna go with him on Saturday if you’re okay with it.”

His jaw drops. “I absolutely love that idea. In fact, I think you should date him, go to college with him, and then marry him. Actually, I think I’m gonna tell him he can only take you to prom if he’s gonna marry you later.”

“Dad!” you shriek, blushing.

Your dad laughs at your discomfort. “So, do you have a dress?” he asks.

“No,” you admit, your cheeks still hot.

“Well, give me ten minutes and then we can go. Are you going to bring Jungwon with you to go dress shopping?” he asks hopefully.

“That might not be a bad idea,” you say. “Isn’t that bad luck, though?”

Your dad rolls his eyes. “No, that’s for when you get married. Jungwon shouldn’t see you in a wedding dress before then.”

You glare at your dad. “You keep making jokes, and I’m not even going to invite Jungwon to come.”

Your dad immediately sobers up. “Okay, okay,” he says, his tone placating. “I won’t do anything bad. Just call him.”

You do, and he answers promptly. “What’s up?”

“My dad wants to go dress shopping in like ten minutes,” you explain. “You could come and get your matching tie at the same time.”

“Great idea,” Jungwon says, “except I have Jake and Sunoo here right now.”

“Dress shopping?” you hear Sunoo say in the background. “We’re coming. She’s going to be the best-dressed person at prom or I’m not the person I say I am.”

There is a long pause. “Apparently Sunoo wants to come. Is that okay?”

“Bring them both,” you agree, smiling. “It’ll be way less weird than hanging out with just you and my dad.”

“I love your dad!” Jungwon says defensively.

“You love my dad, and my dad loves you, a little too much,” you sigh. “See you in ten.”

After collecting everyone, you head to the mall, and into a store that boasts a large selection of dresses that you had to look up on the internet to find. Jake’s eyes get wide as he takes in all the options, organized by color on seemingly endless rows of racks. “It’s so much harder for girls,” he realizes.

“Not if you do it right,” Sunoo instructs. “Now, darling, stay away from anything beige,” he tells you. “Or cheugy.”

You salute him, heading for the light blue rack. Jungwon follows you while your dad hangs back, talking with Sunoo and Jake. “I think you should look for something vintage-inspired,” he says, helping you look through the racks.

You look at him, impressed. “I didn’t think you’d have an opinion,” you tell him.

“Well, you’ll look pretty in anything,” he says, and he blushes a bit. “I just think that the vintage things you wear suit you really well.”

You can feel your face contorting into a shy smile against your will, so you pretend to concentrate on finding a dress. A shop worker comes to help, and within minutes you have a queue of dresses to try.

Sunoo is by far the most vocal critic, and as you step out in the first dress, a yellow number with daisies and tulle, he vetoes it almost immediately. “This is prom, not a garden party,” he insists.

He does the same with a green dress that hugs you tightly pretty much everywhere. “How are you expecting to dance in that?” he asks scathingly.

“I liked both of those,” Jake says, bewildered. “You looked really pretty in them.”

“You did,” Jungwon says, grinning. “There’s still a lot to try on, though. And I think Sunoo’s right that that dress will be hard to move in.

You roll your eyes and continue trying on dress after dress. You have it narrowed down to an emerald green dress with intricate pearl embroidery and a lavender dress with rosettes along the neckline before Jungwon sticks his hand underneath the changing stall with a frothy, floaty, light blue gown with a full skirt and puff sleeves. It is light, delicate, and poofy, and it has a slight shimmer to it. As you slip it on, you know -- this is the one.

You step out, and Jake starts clapping almost immediately. Your dad’s eyes are getting teary, and you almost start laughing. Sunoo is nodding in approval, but Jungwon is looking at you, and his eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly open and he is smiling in apparent awe.

He is the first to speak. “Wow,” he says simply.

“Wow is right,” Jake says. “This dress was made for you! You look incredible!”

Sunoo stands up. “An easy winner,” he declares. “I think we deserve ice cream after all this.”

“Thank you, guys,” you say. “I love it.”

You keep stealing glances at Jungwon. He cannot keep his eyes off you.

* * *

Prom night has finally arrived. You are a tiny bit nervous, but mostly excited -- but your dad is pacing around the kitchen, full of anxiety. Jungwon is two minutes later than he said.

“I told you, Dad,” you say. “He texted me five minutes ago that he was on his way, and he lives across town. He’ll be here.”

“What if something happens to him?” your dad whispers in horror.

“Dad, please,” you say, shaking your head. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

It’s less than five minutes later that the doorbell rings. Jungwon stands there, holding a bouquet of flowers, in a suit with a tie that matches your dress perfectly. His eyes go wide again as he takes in the sight of you -- hair done, makeup on, smiling at him. He impulsively takes your hand and twirls you right there on the doorstep. “Wow,” he says again, shaking his head. “You look...magical.”

“Magical?” you laugh.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Doesn’t she?” your dad interrupts. “I did her hair myself.”

“You did?” Jungwon asks, turning his wide eyes on your dad. “You did amazing! This is for you, by the way,” he remembers, handing the flowers to your dad. “You really earned them.”

“Thank you,” he says, proudly taking the flowers. “It took me three hours.”

“I’ll be back by midnight,” you tell him. “Have fun at home!”

“Have fun at prom! But not too much fun,” he says sternly.

As you leave the house, Jungwon takes your hand. “I’m really excited,” he says, his smile contagious.

“Me too,” you say. “You look amazing, too.”

He looks down at his black suit, complete with pearl cufflinks and white gloves. “Sunoo helped.”

“I figured. Where are we headed?” you ask.

Jungwon nods at the corner of the street. A limo is parked there. You look at him, aghast. “That’s for us?”

“Yes,” he says, and starts to jog with you over to it. He opens your door and makes sure your dress is all inside before climbing in next to you and sitting beside you.

There is a bouquet of small white flowers in the limo. Jungwon hands them to you. “I wanted to bring you flowers too, and I actually think they’d look kind of nice in your hair.”

“Really?” you say, touched.

He nods. “May I?”

You nod back. Jungwon plucks a couple, and places them carefully in your hair, giving you goosebumps. He turns you back around when he’s done. “They look pretty,” he says, folding his hand in yours again.

The limo ride is full of easy conversation between you and Jungwon, although you are trying to be normal about the fact that your best friend since childhood has grown to be so handsome, and here you are sitting beside him looking like this, and he is holding your hand. After about half an hour, the car stops.

“Where are we?” you ask, looking around. Unbeknownst to you, you’ve driven to the top of a small mountain, and have stopped at a restaurant.

Jungwon helps you out, places your hand in the crook of his elbow, and you walk into the restaurant, where he says, to your shock, “I have a reservation.”

You are seated on an outdoor terrace, overlooking the valley. The food is amazing, and as you eat, you enjoy the view -- although you’re much happier just because you’re with Jungwon. You talk and laugh and compliment the chef, and Jungwon pays for everything, making your eyes wide.

Then, it’s finally time for the dance. It’s loud and fun, and you see plenty of friends there. But your favorite part is when during a slow song, Jungwon takes you outside, to a quieter spot where you can just barely hear the music, and pulls you in close for a dance.

You rest your head on his shoulder, but you’re near enough that you can feel his heart beating. He has long since ditched his jacket and gloves, and the feeling of his bare hand in yours has the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. How did you end up feeling like this with someone you’d known so long?

The dance ends, and you load back into the limo, exhausted. Feeling brave, you lean your head against Jungwon’s shoulder again and close your eyes. To your surprise, he wraps his arms around your waist and leans against the side of the limo, closing his eyes, too. You drift in and out of sleep together on the ride home from prom.

When you finally arrive back home, Jungwon nudges you gently. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” he teases softly. “It’s time.”

You get out slowly, walking hand-in-hand, and he spins you one last time before you arrive at the porch. “I had a great time,” he says shyly, looking down at you.

“So did I,” you say, your smile so big your face hurts.

The silence that falls between you is heavy and fraught with unsaid words. Finally, Jungwon blurts out, “I have to tell you something.”

“Me, too,” you say in a rush. “You first.”

“No, wait, you first,” he says, confused.

“You first,” you insist, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Okay, well, um,” he says, nervously playing with his cufflinks. “I don’t really know how to say it. I’m not great with words. But I guess I just wanted to let you know that I like you. A lot. Like, I like like you.”

You just look at him. He continues, looking a bit distressed. “I know we’ve been friends forever, and I know this might make things weird, but it’s almost our last year of high school, and I don’t think I could live with myself if I never told you.” He finally meets your eyes again, taking your hand. “I really like you, and I’d like to see if we could possibly work as something more than just friends.”

You touch his cheek. “You took the words right out of my mouth,” you say seriously. And he beams.

Taking a step closer, he leans in slightly. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?” he asks softly.

“Please do,” you say. He laughs quietly before closing the distance between you.

The kiss is sweet, soft, and perfect. When he pulls away, you cover your mouth with your hands. “I can’t believe we did that!” you squeal.

He laughs, full-bellied this time. He puts his hand on the other side of your face and kisses you again, deeper this time. “I can,” he says happily, brushing your noses together and kissing your forehead before putting his hands in his pockets.

Turning to leave, he stops at the bottom step and looks up at you on the porch. “Goodnight, my princess,” he calls to you, his voice just reaching you like the music of the slow song you’d danced to with him.

You go inside, watching him surreptitiously from the window. Before he makes it down your driveway, he does a fist pump. You laugh, and go to tell your dad what you’re sure he’s dying to hear -- that you and Jungwon are officially together.