#i can't help but far too often envision those arts that depict Saeyoung moving in blurred out ways and

[mythvoiced]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 (I feel like we already know the answer to Mariah 😂 but she’d like to hear it for herself :3c)

@intergalacticxmisfits | SMASH OR PASS

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The chuckle that vibrates in his throat continues to do so for a while, as if he doesn’t know whether to swallow it back down or push it past his lips entirely. Instead he keeps shaking slightly, eyes clouded behind the reflection of his glasses, as his thoughts continue to pray for salvation from this overly embarrassing situation.

He doesn’t have the nonchalance to simply confidently sputter his most genuine response, nor does he have the will to flat out lie. He’s not foreign to lying, that’s true, but this is Mariah. And it’s not as if she doesn’t already know, and it’s not as if he hasn’t approached her with questions insinuated in his eyes that might fit into this context, as if their kisses hadn’t gotten a sliver more passionate than what he’d show at RFA parties.

That does not mean, though, that he’s so willing to voice any given thoughts or admissions of realisations they’re long past. Even those few phone calls with her standing in the same room as him and that hide and seek, game of tag he still thinks about to this day, that had been a stuttering mess and he most certainly doesn’t intend repeating such a scenario.

Funnily enough, it’s almost as if, the closer they get, the more difficult it becomes to admit things. These types of things. Mostly because they gain in detail and attention. He lurches forward in his seat suddenly, pushing the chair out from underneath him, and hauling ass for the closest door, turning into a blur of limbs, only mere seconds after his fingers had quickly and aggressively typed something onto one of his several keyboards.

Just as the door smashes shut behind him, the black screen shows only the letters S M A S H glowing in bright neon green.