#* 𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛 : colloquy ↷ miyeon go .

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#   𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭   …        a   lil   photobooth   at   crescent   music   festival #   𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖯   …       saturday   ,   7:11   pm #   𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖦   …       @lovesues

                     “   oh   ,    shit   …   ”       elias   mumbles    as   the   screen   in   front   of   them   flickers   to   life   ,   initiating   an   ominous   countdown   from   three   .       inside   the   cramped   photobooth   ,   there   is   a   whirlwind   of   fun   and    chaos   .       an  assortment   of   props   —   oversized   sunglasses   ,   funky   hats   ,   feather   boas   ,   and   signs   with   clever   puns   lay   scattered   all   around   .       “   what   should   we   …   —  ”       words   are   abruptly   cut   off   as   the   flash   of   the   camera   goes   off   ,   catching   them   by   surprise   .       the   digital   countdown   quickly   restarts   from   three   ,   almost   like   it’s   mocking   their   unpreparedness   .       “   what   do   we   do   now   ?       bunny   ears   !?       hurry   ,   grab   the   props   !   ”

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#   𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖴𝖤𝖣   𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬  …      unrealistic   depiction   of   wet   willies   (they   might   kiss) #   𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖦   …       @lovesues

                   elias   takes   a   deliberate   step   closer   ,   the   mischievous   grin   widening   .       “   oh   ,   c’mon   ,   mimi   !       you   know   you   love   the   thrill   of   a   wet   willy   showdown   .   ”       he   leaps   onto   the   bed   ,   straddling   her   legs   and   attempting   to   restrain   her   with   a   single   hand   .       “   just   one   tiny   little   wet   willy   won’t   hurt   !   ”       he   raises   a   finger   to   lips   ,   wetting   it   with   exaggerated   gusto   ,   and   inches   it   closer   to   her   ear   .

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                    elias   is   in   a   bit   of   a   pickle   .       he   messed   up   big   time   —   first   by   acting   like   he   couldn’t   remember   their   kiss   ,   then   by   encouraging   mimi   to   date   again   ,   and   to   top   it   off   ,   the   text   he   sent   ,   saying   she   shouldn’t   go   on   any   more   dates   .       he’s   fully   conscious   of   the   mess   he’s   made   ,   and   now   he’s   standing   in   the   middle   of   her   bedroom   .       initially   ,   his   intention   was   to   wait   for   her   ,   talk   things   out   ,   offer   an   apology   .       but   as   minutes   tick   away   ,   he   starts   to   snoop   around   .       his   heart   pounds   in   his   chest   as   he   spots   some   photos   on   her   dresser   ,   the   ones   from   the   crescent   festival   .       taken   in   the   photo   booth   when   they   shared   their   first   kiss   .       (  and   every   second   in   it   is   indelibly   etched   into   his   memory  )   .       without   thinking   ,   he   reaches   for   it   ,   eager   for   a   closer   look   .       as   he   fumbles   with   the   pictures   ,   mimi   unexpectedly   walks   in   ,   and   elias   ,   caught   off   guard   ,   stammers   out   ,       “   —   what   are   you   doing   here   …       in   the   middle   of   the   day   …       in   your   room   ?   ”       //       @lovesues

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#   𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖴𝖤𝖣   𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬  …      he   wants   2   kiss   her   so   bad #   𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖦   …       @lovesues

                   elias’   eyebrow   arches   ,   eyes   shimmering   with   tender   adoration   as   he   drinks   in   mimi’s   playful   facade   of   grumpiness   .       drawing   nearer   ,   a   grin   illuminates   his   face   ,   the   dimples   in   his   cheeks   more   accentuated   .       “   yeah   ,   you’re   the   perfect   little   stray   pup   .       loyal   ,   easily   bought   with  treats   ,   loves   cuddles   ,   barks   at   my   enemies   …       but   we   gotta   work   on   your   fetch   the   rent   skill   ,   you’re   terrible   at   it   ,   ”       he   gently   taunts   her   ,   a   mischievous   smirk   playing   on   lips   .       in   truth   ,   he   cherishes   their   dynamic   exactly   as   it   is   ,   for   being   in   her   presence   brings   him   a   sense   of   tranquility   .       though   he   may   not   consciously   grasp   the   depth   of   his   feelings   ,   he   harbors   a   love   for   her   .       “   easy   there   ,   stretch   armstrong   !       i’m   sorry   ,   not   an   ankle   biter   ,   just   a   little   vertically   challenged   .       you   may   not   be   that   short   ,   but   your   insults   are   definitely   falling   short   .   ”       a   playful   gasp   leaves   lips   ,   hand   instinctively   gravitating   to   the   exact   spot   where   she   delivered   her   strike   .       the   gentle   warmth   of   her   touch   lingers   on   his   skin   ,   slightly   burns   .       “   oh   ,   shit   !       looks   like   we’ve   got   a   love   detective   here   !       sorry   to   burst   your   bubble   ,   but   my   heart   is   strictly   on   a   ‘  no   feelings   ,   only   smooches  ’   diet   .       and   don’t   worry   about   henri   ,   she’s   under   a   love   contract   .       and  by   that   ,   i   mean   …       completely   in   love   with   me   .       but   hey   ,   if   you   change   your   mind   ,   i’ll   save   some   smooching   action   just   for   you   .   ”