#〈 𝐓𝐇𝐑 / IM HYUNWOO.

[abracadavra]

𝟎𝟏.  𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇  / from MIDO to HYUNWOO.

every time he smiles, she’s brought back to the nights she spent underneath him. that’s all it takes. just one beaming smile and she remembers how his hair used to fall in her face, and how her fingertips would delicately comb them back into place; she recalls the scent of the cologne that lingered on her skin for the entirety of the next day; she reminisces on how thrilling it was to unlock a whole new side of him, peeling back each layer feeling as though she was entangled in someone new every time. she paints all of it in hues of rose and champagne now, but in truth, those wild-hearted encounters occurred during a time period that she longs to forget; one that’s since colored her point of view and altered who she is as a human-being. seeing him brings on a lot of volatile emotions, and though many of them are wonderful, they’re all shrouded by the somber blues and grays that once dominated her soul. for a second, she wonders if all of this is just too much for her to handle right now, and now that she’s seated before him, and left to relive each rosy vision from their past, she’s tempted to run away; to claim that all of this was a mistake; to wish him well, then kindly excuse herself so she doesn’t fuck anything up anymore.

she feels emotionally flooded, like she’s trapped on a lifeboat during a storm that she’s creating in her mind. suddenly, though, the ever-changing tides and torrential rainfall cease; the bright, high-pitched clink of glass and cutlery coming together bringing her back to reality. their server just delivered their beverages, and she catchers herself gazing ( more like staring ) at the sharp contours of his face bathed in candlelight—battling a blush that threatens to stain her cheeks and expose her previous wonderings. she takes a deep breath and reaches for her glass, then takes a long sip; hoping the merlot she ordered helps take the edge off a little bit.

once she sets her drink back down, she clears her throat and timidly looks over to him again; a convivial grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “thanks for agreeing to come out tonight,” mido begins, improperly resting her elbows on the table before them so she can lean into him more.

“i hope that coming here isn’t, like, too much... i know it’s a little over-the-top, but i wanted to treat you to something special. i mean, it’s just been so long since we’ve talked...” she trails off, pursing her lips together in thought for a second before continuing. “tell me, did you think i got abducted by aliens? did you not think of me at all? did you think i flew away on a witch’s broom to a faraway land?” her tone is playful and soft, her eyes locked on him all the while. “i can tell you that i thought about you every once in awhile, especially whenever i listened to your music. you’ve come out with some gems, by-the-way. just.. so, so good.”