catching lightning.
@rkmg
to be honest, he’s incredibly nervous. he’d given mingyu full control over his costume choice since the older had revealed his plans falling spookily in line with all of won’s hopes and dreams for the frightful season, so really, he shouldn’t have any worries, but— well— what if? what if his costume isn’t up to mingyu’s expectations? what if he’s not the right shade of green and it’s all wrong? what if— what if— what if and it’s driving him crazy. his fingers are shaking as he balls them into a fist, trembling in a way that’s completely unfamiliar to him when it comes to mingyu. he’s felt nervous around him hundreds of times before ( even after all this practice, he still worries that his lies about his feelings for him are transparent ) but not enough so that he can’t even bring himself to knock on the door. this door is the portal to the place he feels most safe in the world and yet, he can’t get within an inch of it without cowering back in fear.
he groans quietly, and in a moment of pure frustration, bangs against the door, realising a second later that he had, in effect, knocked. he wonders if it’s too late to run— if mingyu would see him retreat like a coward.
( but he stands there thinking about it so long that it is and he has no choice but to straighten out his clothes, take a deep breath and hope. )