#{ 🎧 } ... 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ... minnie bae !

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          "you  look  like  shit."  despite  the  bite  in  her  voice,  whatever  candor  she  pretends  to  have  is  betrayed  by  the  way  she  fidgets  with  the  ends  of  her  nails  under  the  table.  minnie  feels  strange,  being  here  with  eunho  —  a  powerlessness  that  she  would  very  much  rather  shake  off.  she swallows the lump in her throat. "you  just  going  to  sit  there,  or  are  you  going  to  tell  me  why  you  asked  to  see  me  ?" // 🍓 ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊ @inpurities !

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🐤🐤🐤... for ant tate and ren... MNSDBMSNDBCMSDNC

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          "tell  them  you're  with  me." // 🍓 ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊ @gam3bo1 !

[womansound]

          —  and  if  her  heart  stops,  maybe  even  for  a  split  second,  mind  your  own  business,  okay  ?  “...  aw,  baby,  you’re  sweet.”  she  says  after  a  beat  passes;  her  hand  continues  to  fiddle  with  his,  unable  to  meet  his  eyes  and  cheeks  a  dusty  pink.  how’s  it  that  she’s  the  one  who’s  flustered  now  ?  “which  romcom  did  you  get  that  from,  huh  ?”

closed starter for: @womansound !

"i don't know what the future holds, all i know is that i hope you're in it."

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            watching  tate  try  to  come  up  with  a  response  is  exhilaratingly  amusing  —  endearing,  too.  a  smile  blooms  across  minnie’s  face,  eyes  wide  with  surprise.  “we’re  not  ?”  she  gasps.  “well  —  together,  maybe  not.  yet.  but  dating  ?”  she  echoes,  reaching  over  to  take  his  hand  and  squeeze.  “what’re  we  doing  right  now,  huh  ?  not  dating  —  that's  news  to  me  !”

     ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ 🧀   𓈒ㅤ⋅    there’s a wild, desperate instinct to drop his bag and make a run for it, because he's never been in close proximity to minnie—minnie. minnie! the person he's been harbouring a pathetic crush on for the past couple of months. there was no counter to separate them right now, too, and... he'd forgotten how to behave like a normal fucking person. "we're not—" tate chokes on his own spit, and although he clears his throat, his mouth still feels weird and cottony. "we aren't... together. dating."

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she’s  about  to  do  —  something.  to  yell  in  his  face;  to  break  down  into  body-wracking  sobs;  to  stand  up  and  leave,  tell  him  to  never  see  her  again  —  she  isn’t  sure.  but  the  impulse  she  has  to  execute  whatever  her  next  move  will  be  is  immediately  paralyzed  by  the  next  words  that  fall  from  clay's  mouth.  inevitably,  minnie’s  eyes  widen,  utter  disbelief  in  her  gaze  as  she  watches  his  unnerving  calm.  “what  —”  she  begins,  before  having  to  swallow  down  her  own  shock.  “what  the  fuck  do  you  mean,  do  i  want  you  to  do  it  ?”  her  voice  rises  in  tone,  but  words  continue  to  tremble.  “is  this  some  sort  of  sick  joke  ?”

"Yes," he replied simply, his true intentions veiled by his question. There was an underlying malice in his desire to share the news with her. He wasn't seeking her celebration, but rather hoping to hear her plea for him not to proceed. "And I want to know if you think I should do it— if you want me to do it." One word from her, and the wedding would be called off. He had tried to love her current flame, genuinely giving it a chance, but his heart longed for Minnie. He knew it was inevitable, yet he still made the difficult decision to break things off. Why? Because he had been too happy. Too content. Too much of everything the poets wrote about when it came to love, and it felt unsettling. "So, do you want me to do it?" His question hung in the air, pregnant with the weight of their shared history.

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          whatever  quip  she  has  lined  up  dies  swiftly  on  her  tongue,  eviscerating  once  the  other  utters  the  words  she  never  thought  she  would  hear.  minnie  feels  the  wind  knocked  out  of  her  in  one  gutting  below,  mouth  open  in  slight  shock.  the  mug  of  coffee  between  her  hands  feels  all  but  forgotten  as  she  tries  to  gain  composure,  unwilling  to  meet  his  gaze  with  her  own.  “well,  congratulations.”  she  says,  finding  she  doesn’t  mean  it  at  all;  brows  furrow,  and  she  finally  looks  up  at  eunho  with  perplexion.  “now  what  ?  you  came  to  rub  it  in  ?”  there’s  a  pang  of  hurt  that  tinges  her  tone,  but  minnie  doesn’t  care  —  focused  only  on  holding  on  to  the  last  shred  of  dignity  she  feels  like  she  has.

As  he  heard  her  familiar  insult,  he  couldn't  help  but  laugh,  relieved  that  she  still  maintained  the  same  banter  they  had  before.  It  was  strange  how  he  found  solace  in  her  teasing.  Taking  the  seat  opposite  her,  he  paused  for  a  moment,  realizing  how  much  he  had  missed  her  and  how  he  was  about  to  make  the  biggest  mistake  of  his  life.  They  had  their  differences,  and  it  had  become  suffocating  at  times,  but  deep  down,  he  knew  that  it  could  have  all  been  resolved  if  he  had  been  more  patient.  "I'm  getting  married,"  he  finally  shared  the  news  with  a  half-smile,  his  voice  tinged  with  uncertainty.  Why  was  he  telling  her  this?  Was  it  to  honor  the  friendship  they  once  had,  or  was  he  secretly  hoping  that  she  would  intervene  and  stop  him?  The  latter  reason  held  more  weight,  although  he  wouldn't  dare  admit  it.

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          minnie  grins.  if  she  could  find  a  way  to  put  a  man  in  her  pocket  without  killing  him,  tate  would  be  her  new  beverly  hills  chihuahua.  "we're  not  ...  ?"  she  tilts  her  head,  feigning  innocence  in  her  smile.  "c'mon,  use  your  words." // 🍓 ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊ @gam3bo1 !

"um—uh. why? you're not... we're not," tate sputters, flustered, "we're not... you know."

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