don’t worry, be fancy.
@rkmg
this is so drastically out of won’s comfort zone that he almost forgets how to walk. one foot in front of the other, he really shouldn’t be having so much trouble, but as they’d headed out of the car and towards the blue carpet, won expected himself to tumble face-first into the ground at any moment. they’ve barely debuted and here they are, cameras flashing so much that he has to look down at his clumsy feet every so often to give his sensitive eyes a break. he says it for everything and he will continue to until the end of time, but won is so grateful mingyu is here, his boyfriend’s presence bringing him a level of peace and confidence he desperately needs to get through this unscathed. it’s easier to feel like he can tackle the world with his boyfriend close enough to touch.
he makes sure to get a seat next to mingyu when they get into the venue. they’re waiting for the show to start, gracefully early and it gives him time to carefully lean towards mingyu’s ear and mumble quietly, “isn’t this kind of surreal?” he can’t be the only one that thinks the last week or so has been unbelievably crazy. he continues in a hushed tone. “I didn’t think I’d ever be at a fashion show. they obviously haven’t seen my predebut pictures.” he jokes with a soft grin. sighing contently, he relaxes a little more in his seat. “I wonder if either of us will ever do something like this. I think you’d be a great model, but it’s a lot of pressure, isn’t it? having everyone’s eyes on you but not being able to react... I don’t think I can even walk in a straight line.”
