elliot!

Minho was, at the core of his heart of hearts, an adventurer first and foremost. Adventure could be his middle name, if he had one. He didn’t, legally, but spiritually and emotionally, he was Jang Adventure Minho. Which was why he was always so excited whenever Elliot decided to go on an adventure with him. Even though Minho loved all of his members equally, no one could quite indulge his need to be a protagonist of an adventure comedy like Elliot could. 

Even though he was sleepy, he tried very hard not to fall asleep as he followed Elliot out of their down. He was wrapped in one of Han’s sweatshirts he decided to borrow for pajamas, a bright yellow hat pulled over his head to keep him warm. Even though it was spring, the nights could still get chilly. He yawned, rubbing his sleepy eyes with a closed fist. 

“We can just invite Hannie hyung with us,” Minho replied slowly, waddling after Elliot. He dug a hand out of his oversized sweatshirt sleeve and reached out to hold Elliot’s hand while they snuck out. Rule number one of adventuring was having fun, but rule number two was never lose your adventure buddy. “Hannie hyung would understand. It’s cold outside, those kitties need us.”

elliot didn’t think of himself as being a bad influence on minho. he didn’t do anything bad, trouble simply seemed to find him wherever his wandering mind ended up bringing him. that was probably only because people didn’t trust him. of course he was going to end up trouble if that was what people expected of him. that was probably why el felt the need to sneak out with minho in order to complete their mission. 

he reached out as he felt minho’s hand reach for his own, wrapping his own sweater covered hand around the younger boys larger hand. it was comforting for the pair to walk hand in hand. something about being with his friend felt like home, no matter how far away from his home that he actually was. 

elliot really didn’t think that he caused trouble. he was a very good boy. and very helpful. and yet, the staff still seemed to think that they needed to keep a watchful eye on him, even in the comfort of the yuseong building where he spent so much of his time. it wasn’t his fault that he liked to express his happiness. and there was a lot of happy in elliot’s small body for him to be showing. 

he had spent the morning in the blue.m practice room, working hard and listenting to instructions because that was what good, respectful boys did. like him. he thanked the instructor (despite not feeling very thankful for how sore his body was going to feel the next morning) and once the boys were given the okay to take a break, he quickly found himself running out of the room to see what was happening elsewhere in the building. 

━━CONCRETE JUNGLE CHRONICLES ; ( @wselliot· ) BLUE.M x NYC / FLIGHT TIME

Daniel is nothing but silent huffing and wistful stares out of the corner of his eye. He should’ve gotten the window seat. And he didn’t plan to let anyone in the nearest vicinity forget about it. He’s muttered it under his breath a few times, which did little but earn him a few snickers and a stern look from their manager ( he was the one who picked these seats wasn’t he?! ). A little over fourteen hours in the air and he wouldn’t be able to film a single second of it? At least not without someone’s head in the way or reaching over to fight over the window shade… Torture. 

He flipped through a bit of the footage already clogging up his SD card. A compilation of haphazard packing, late night rehearsals, and confessional style monologues from the dorm bathroom. A travel vlog turned get-ready-with-me. He frowns, bouncing his knee in annoyance. “I couldn’t even film the take off…” he grumbles, glancing over at one of the staff members quietly snoozing against the window frame. He turns to Elliot with a huff. Out of all the members, surely he’d understand his pain. “Hey, hey, hey! El -”

He reaches over to poke the others side, leaning against him with his camcorder at the ready. “Wanna film something for the vlog? I couldn’t get any good skyline footage so… I’m gonna need some funny filler!”

the flight reminds elliot of his childhood. flights from australia to korean to visit grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins that he never remembered even existed until they were standing on the doorsteps of unfarmiliar houses while so many strangers hugged him and commented on how big he had gotten. but this time it was different. it wasn't a flight to visit family. and he wasn't going home. in a sense, el supposes it could be called a business trip. that was a first for him.

he had spent the first hour grumbling quietly to himself while craning his neck to try to see past their managers head out of the window. honestly, what was even the point of flying if he couldn't pretend that he literally had his head in the clouds. what a buzzkill. el had a few choice words he'd love to tell their manager. if only he knew how to translate them propely.

eventually, after accepting the fact that staring at their manager wasn't going to gain him any pity, el decided to drift off. it was probably better to get to new york well-rested. then he wouldn't need to take any breaks before the adventuring started.

having just finished performing with his fellow blue.m members, one would think that elliot would find himself ready for some sort of break. but it seemed to have the opposit effect as el wandered around the room, as full of energy as ever as he observed all of the people. to him, the most fun was finding people that he had never had the chance to meet before. after all, what was the point of hosting event if you weren’t able to meet a few new faces while attending them?

he recognized a fair number of people both from crossing paths with them in person, and having seen their performances on the internet. but there were also a number of new faces, the majority of whom he assumed to be staff. 

staff or not, a friend is a friend. and elliot planned to spend his evening making many. at least, that was his plan as he wandered over to a table. blue.m had their designated seats but there was no fun in that. and this table seemed to have an empty seat anyways (at least, at that particular moment it did).

as a self-proclaimed adventurer at heart, elliot was ever in love with having the chance to explore new places. though it was his first time in america, there was something being somewhere with his native language that made him feel at home moreso than he had in quite some time.

much like an ever-active toddler, the second that blue.m’s flight touched down, elliot was on a mission to go. he likely would’ve gotten lost in the crowd while running away in excitement if it weren’t for haneul holding him back by the sleeve in the airport. there was so much to see and el wanted the chance to do it all despite the short stay and busy schedule that the boys had already filling their time in new york city.

the car ride to the hotel was filled with quiet whine and protests about wasting precious time, mixed with an array of amazed gasps as el stared out of the window at the surrounding, faced willed with child like wonder.

the second that elliot sensed the careful eye of blue.m’s oldest member wasn’t on him, el took the opportunity to slip away from the other members of his group. with any event came the opportunity. the opportunity for what exactly, elliot himself wasn’t quite sure of that yet. but he was sure that there was something to be found within the crowd of the room that would be able to amuse him for hours.

he stopped in front of the tables of food, admiring the array that was laid out for the attendees to enjoy. usually, haneul would always warn el that he shouldn’t eat so many sweets. even well into his adulthood, elliot chwe was notorious for the child-like sugar high that he so easily seemed to be able to obtain. but what han didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

he laughed quietly under his breath, quite proud of the choice that he made as he shoved a treat in his mouth before spinning around to find some poor soul to spend the evening babbling to. his target seemed to very quickly make themself clear as the two boys almost collided paths. 

elliot’s favourite part of being in blue.m was the members. thank god they were willing to join in his strange anticts. it was the reason why he had instantly found himself at home within the group of boys, some of whom were equally as weird as himself.

he was blessed with friends like jang minho who, for some reason, had absolutely not questions as to why elliot had woken him in the middle of the night to sneak out of the dorm together. tugging his very large oversized jacket tightly around himself, el bounded out of the front door of their building. he seemed as if he were on the mission of a lifetime as he made his way around the corner that many of the blue.m members seemed to enjoy frequenting (all for very different reasons). 

i’m excited to develop my sweet boy even more so please don’t hesitate to reach out it you’d like to plot! 

it wasn’t as if elliot always set out to be a menace. it’s just kind of how things happened. he just made himself much too at home with everybody and didn’t always realise when people needed a break from his slightly overwhelming personality. like on their days off. when it was way past their bedtime. 

wandering into haneul and danny’s room, humming loudly to himself, el flicked the light switch on. he was on a mad search for what he deemed to be the coziest sweater to wear to bed. neither hyunsoo or sunghoon had any that were up to his standards so he had moved on to what he figured would be the best place. han always looked huggable so he probably had the comfiest sweaters. 

he shuffled over and flung the closet open. “no. no. no.” he huffed as he sorted through the clothes hanging much neater than the ones in his own closet. maybe if he took some organization pointers from han he would be able to find his own things when he needed them. 

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