#msunoah

"wake up." she's not gentle in the way she flicks the back of the boy's head. the worst thing about this all, being here, in the library, is that she put in effort to be here. she put on a short skirt, nice perfume, made a real effort to look nice, and when she finally tracks down her target-- after too much effort to even find him in the first place, he's sleeping.

in the library of all places.

but ever since she caught a glance of the geumseong boy, elodie couldn't get him out of her mind. she doesn't know a single thing about him-- well, that's not true. she knows what she needs to know.

first, he's hot. that much was obvious. second, he was easy-- much like herself, and well. that was everything. "i'm not playing around." another flick. then she grabs the book he's got his face planted in to and yanks it out from underneath him. a little harsh, sure, but she could be plenty nice to him when he was awake and paying attention to her. "you better wake up, pretty boy."

mirror maze w. / @msunoah !

considering milo hadn’t seen, heard or so much as gotten a singular text from noah all night, he's a bit surprised to find the first time he’s aware the elder had even showed up to the festivities is when they both just so happen to be lost in the quite unforgiving mirror maze. he’s not sure if it was just because he had been high for most of the night, or if it was just his genuine fondness of the other male, but he can’t help but smile to himself whenever he hears him call out his name. “i’m coming—” he shouts, “just don’t move!” it feels like the fourteenth time he’s said it, though he honestly hadn’t been keeping track and he’s pretty sure at one point when noah called out for milo, his response had simply been a loud ‘polo’.

he’s even more surprised when he turns the corner to finally lay eyes on noah, who now had on a striking resemblance to none other than the joker — which milo distinctly remembers begging the other to dress up as so they could match for halloween, despite how ever so complicated their relationship currently was. he also specifically remembers noah’s answer being no every time he asked, yet here he was... looking absolutely hot as fuck, milo thinks to himself. he looks good with green hair. was it stupid that the whole thing made his heart flutter?

he runs over to close the space between them and jumps onto noah without much hesitation. “found you!” milo’s arms loop around his neck with a bright grin and he kisses his cheek in excitement, lips pressing just underneath one of the fake tattoo’s on his face. “hi,” he says breathlessly as he pulls away, the look in his eyes almost innocent before his gaze begins to drift. he isn’t very subtle in the way he checks noah out, though it would’ve been pretty hard for him not to with what he was or wasn’t wearing. “you look sexy,” he murmurs, turning to admire their costumes in one of the many mirrors around them as he bites down on his lip. “we look good together,” he adds, trying to bite back a smile. “don’t you think?”

w. / @msunoah !

milo wakes up in a cold sweat, practically gasping for air as he shoots up from where he had been sleeping in bed. he brings his hands up to his face and wipes at his eyes, sniffling instinctively when he realizes he’d actually been crying in his sleep. milo never kept the fact that he was a foster kid a secret, but the trauma and ptsd he had developed over the years because of it? that part of himself he did try to keep private. at least to most people. 

so he calls the first person that pops in his head— or, frankly, the only person that he could even imagine being around in his moment of sheer panic. 

“...noah?” he asks once the ringing stops, voice trembling on his end of the line. god, this was stupid. noah had basically broken up with him on halloween, hadn’t he? what was he doing? milo sure as hell had no clue. the only thing on his mind was that he needed noah there.

“can you come over?” he rushes out and feels his throat close up, fresh tears prickling at his eyes when he’s unable to say much more. if anything he wants to say sorry, to apologize for calling so late and out of the blue, but nothing else wanted to leave his mouth. he hated waking up like this after a nightmare; it’s when he always felt the most weak, the most alone. he couldn’t think straight, and it felt like the entire world was caving in on his tiny dorm room.

he lets go of the bedsheet he’d been fumbling with to rub at his face and he clears his throat. “i, uh— i h-had the dream again,” milo chokes out eventually, doing his best to ignore just how shaken up he knew he sounded. he pushes his fingers into his hair and squeezes his eyes shut as he tugs at the strands desperately. “please,” he sighs, voice going quiet.