#daringstart

sitting in the upcafé, minki tried his best to stay focused. when he’d been offered the job of taking photos at a wedding, he’d been ecstatic. the downfall was how late the wedding ran, and not only that, but the bride had been a real pain in the ass. in the time she should’ve probably been off getting it on with her new hubby, she was instead forcing minki to show her every single picture he’d taken of the day before he could go back to his dorm, and she had an emotional rant with every single photo he took. it had taken a good portion of his night away, and exhaustion was creeping it’s way back up as he tried to study for an upcoming exam. with his face in his palm, it was much easier for his eyes to drift shut. as he was nearing a deep sleep, his entire body jerked alert. it would’ve been fine if he weren’t sharing a table, and his knee didn’t slam against it, knocking over everything on it - specifically, the drinks that seemed to miss minki completely,  everything falling into the other’s lap. “fuck,” he cursed in pain, reaching down to rub his own knee and far more focused on his own pain than the mess he caused. blinking lazily, he just stared at the scene before tilting his head to the side. “at least my coffee’s cold,” he muttered. honestly, he almost left it at that, but eventually let out an annoyed grunt at the mess he made before standing up and returning with napkins. “sorry,” he said, barely audible, before quickly trying to change the subject.“ya know, i don’t get the hype around weddings. boring as hell, shitty music, and family getting super wasted before spouting opinions no one gives a fuck about. just put the rings on your finger and call it a day.”

Mae was trying not to let the situation get to them but after hours in the barn and no idea when it was going to be over. They’d taken their seat a while ago, having a hard time standing around still with the others. Leaned back on the wall, legs out in front of them and hands rubbing absently at hips and thighs, Mae watches the others around the barn. No one’s cells were working, no one had brought food or drink ( why when they were promised an hour ). “I just want to go back to bed.”

So here he was. Entering this stupid barn that he was told to go to from stupid text messages. His gut feeling told him that this wasn’t going to go right, that he should just take this to the police or his dad even. But this anonymous texter knew his secrets, he knew that much and that fact alone scared him into not getting help. Simon’s backpack was on his back, full of his uneaten lunch from earlier and a couple of notebooks and his abnormal psych textbook. If he was going to be stuck here for an hour, at least he could study for his midterm. “H-hello?” The boy called out into the barn as he entered the doors. 

minki was really growing more and more bored by the second. he was starting to think that maybe the bitch really just wanted them to all die slow, miserable deaths. as a horror lover, minki personally just found it lazy. he wanted drama in his last moments. with that thought, he felt encouraged to peer over to whoever was beside them. “since these might be our very last hours alive... i have something to tell you.” he shifted to face them a bit more, his head cocked. “i’m in love with you. deeply, truly, madly in love.” he paused for a moment, his expression looking soft enough to be almost believable. “i’m not forcing anything on you, of course, but... if you wanna make out now, i’m def all for it. have your way with me.”

the heavy weight of the badger suit was taking a toll on minki, yet he still wandered around the place, doing his best to peek out of the eye holes for someone to question. he felt sweaty and exhausted, breathing heavily as he stumbled directly into one of the tables. “i wanna fucking die,” he whined, dramatic as ever, before finally approaching someone else. “can you tell me what time it is? kinda hard to keep track of anything in here. also, if you have any food you’re willing to sneak through the mouth hole, i’d be eternally grateful.”

it wasn’t until the song ended and the world decenced back to normal, no longer seeing the colors that they blinked and took a slow and careful step back from the paint. headphones drop around their neck and a smile grows. still walking backwards, the small girl stops only when they back into someone. spinning, apologizes start flying. “oh! i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you there.” clearly, you were backing up into them. worried eyes look up at them, wide and full of concern for the other person.