The Obvious

Chapter 1: The Invitation

As the last rays of the evening sun danced through the large windows of their shared apartment, casting a warm glow over the scattered array of fashion magazines and fabric swatches, Key was lost in thought. The Seoul Fashion Week Gala, one of the most eagerly anticipated events on the fashion calendar, was just hours away. While his mind buzzed with outfit possibilities, there was a flutter of nervous excitement in his stomach. He didn't want to face the night alone.
His eyes landed on Minho, who was sprawled on the couch, deeply engrossed in a game on his phone, the picture of relaxed comfort in contrast to Key's own flurry of pre-event nerves.
"Minho," Key called out, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Hm?" Minho didn't look up, his thumbs still moving over his phone screen.
"How do you feel about crashing a fashion show tonight?" Key's voice was light, teasing.
Finally, Minho glanced up, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Since when do you need a bodyguard at a fashion show? Scared you'll be outdressed?"
Key feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Outdressed? Me? Never. But I thought you might enjoy a night out, seeing as you've practically become part of the furniture here."
Minho chuckled, setting his phone aside. "And miss the opportunity to see you in your natural habitat, parading around with the fashion elite? How could I refuse such an offer?"
The banter was easy, a testament to the years of friendship between them.
"Seriously though, I could use the moral support," Key admitted, softer this time. "And who knows, you might actually find it interesting."
Minho raised an eyebrow, considering. "Alright, I'll go. But only if you promise not to ditch me at the first sign of sequins."
Key's laugh was genuine, relief washing over him. "It's a deal. But you have to promise to wear something other than your beloved sweatpants."
Minho pretended to ponder, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Fine, but only because it's you asking."
As Key carefully selected an outfit for Minho, ensuring he would blend in yet still feel comfortable, their banter continued, light and full of affection.
Dressed in their carefully chosen ensembles, they made their entrance at the gala, an event buzzing with excitement, elegance, and extravagance. Key, with his impeccable taste and eye for detail, navigated the event with an air of confidence, Minho's reassuring presence by his side making him feel invincible.
"See, not so bad, right? You might even say you're having fun," Key teased, as they mingled among the guests, his arm looped through Minho's.
Minho rolled his eyes playfully. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm here for the free drinks and moral support. Though, I have to admit, this isn't as torturous as I expected."
Their laughter was easy, the connection between them undeniable. As the evening wore on, their playful squabbles and easy agreement only served to highlight the depth of their friendship. They were two halves of a whole, seamlessly fitting together despite their differences.
As the gala came to a close, and they stepped out into the crisp night air, Key turned to Minho, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thanks for tonight, Minho. It wouldn't have been half as memorable without you."
Minho's response was a warm smile, his arm casually thrown around Key's shoulder. "Anytime, Key. But remember, you owe me one."
Their steps were light as they made their way back, their laughter echoing in the quiet street. The night might have been about fashion and glamour, but for Key and Minho, it was another cherished memory in their long history of friendship—a sweet squabble of support and camaraderie that only they could truly understand.