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        ❝ hey - PUT IT AWAY, ❞ he huffed, noting the way her eyes glared at him with intent. just as she was able to set things on fire, elliot could easily put it out. just didn’t think that being in the middle of the forest was a great place for them to exercise the right, despite being secluded. ❝ i was just wanting to tell you that the light looks better from that angle if you’re wanting a landscape shot, ❞ he quickly added, not wanting to get on her bad side.

Any time Seonho attempts to verbalize his affection for the other, the response that he is met with is confusing at best and disheartening at worst. It’s not as if he resists the kisses that he is greeted with. In fact, he sags into them whole-heartedly, pouring the cut-off proclamations into their mouth. They may not be able to accept his love, but that doesn’t stop him from attempting to give it to them anyway. He doesn’t expect for them to feel the same or for anything to change, but when his lips have been loosened by alcohol, he can’t help himself. If possible, he would shout his feelings from the rooftops. Yet he has resolved to no longer vocalize them, making an internal deal with himself that this would be the last time that he tries. As their mouths finally separate, Seonho pushes a smile onto his face, his breathing labored and ignoring the previous conversation as if it hadn’t happened, raising his voice so that he could speak over the blaring music of the nightclub. “Are you ready to go or did you want another drink?” He had already tabbed out, needing to be sober enough to drive them both home. 

[sms] and you’re not... scared of dying?? [sms] i’m just mostly curious [sms] i feel like i’m doing an extreme sport just trying to get out of the house so my parents don’t catch me [sms] THROW MYSELF OUT OF A PLANE??? more like out of my bedroom window 😭

       he giggled right back at her empty threat, half wishing that it’d stay on her hand forever so she’d never forget this moment. the alcohol hadn’t helped with that and maybe it’ll be easier to forget because of it, but god he really hoped that she wouldn’t. the laugh she gave as the tip of the marker ran over her skin had him riddled in goosebumps, feelings always worn on his sleeves but now just exacerbated by low inhibitions. he felt like he could say it all and she’d be okay with that, so comfortable and confident in where they stood in each other’s lives. his cheeks were a dark shade of red at the sight of how happy she looked, and deepened in color when she leaned in to kiss him. how his heart FLUTTERED in beneath lungs she quickly stole breath from, and soon he’s back into a giggling fit at her question. ❝ of course. you can be like a garden fairy. with all of your plants and the trees in different colors. you’d be the cutest bride. ❞ his smile reached from ear to ear at this point and he leaned in to kiss her again, just as soft and deep with his hand cupping her own that rested over his cheek. ❝ mmm what flavor would our cake be? this is important. ❞

      ❝ i.... ehem, i brought you a plant. to say that i’m sorry... for the other day? ❞ apologies were almost UNNATURAL for him, having never thought much was his fault. but this time, it was. and he hoped she would forgive him knowing her penchant for letting greenery around her wilt. not on purpose, of course. ❝ i-it’s a succulent. it should last. i think. i’m not great with plants either. it was just what the shopkeeper told me. ❞

                   “ i can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt.  ”

“And what exactly are you supposed to be?” Jet deadpans, scoping over their form with evident disapproval, scoffing at their attire. Not that he had dressed up for the Halloween party, adorning his typical racer outfit and pretending that it counts as a costume. “The ghost of Christmas past?” It’s no secret that he would rather not see them there, swigging the rest of the beer that is in the red solo cup in his hand. “Some kind of unsexy nurse?” His eyes linger on them, but then he rolls them upward as if he is unimpressed, crossing his arms and tossing his cup, unceremoniously turning his back to them so that he could start meandering his way back to the drink table. 

           ❝ .... how am i supposed to know that i can trust you? ❞ her family’s reputation scared him, more than he wanted to admit. corruption, crimes, everything was a risk and a trigger for him. but especially for nari. ❝ you can’t expect me to just believe what you tell me. ❞