ɴᴇᴇᴅ ⤷ ゛𝐟𝐨𝐫ˎˊ˗ 𝘴 𝘱 𝘦 𝘦 𝘥 .ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀ MOVING THROUGH THE CITY LIKE A GHOST .ᐟ.ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀

proud smile on his face. * yeah yeah, i know. congratulations sujinnie.

“ good luck with that. ” but his laugh is infectious and he can’t seem to control his widening smile. “ i should go. training. see you out there. ”

he hums, internally cursing the audience. * i’ll see you on podium.

squints, doing as told. * we’re in public …

yes sujin——ah?

gaze lowers and he has to physically restrain not to reach. * we shall see.

that i’m gonna win~

absolutely anything.

leaning toward his ear. * whoever win get whatever they want later, bet?

you can try but you can’t succeed ~

p3 in sprint, life’s good. i can finally see the light.

────˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌼🧺˚˖𓍢ִ🌿˚.

i don’t know what to do without you ◞ i don’t know where to put my hands ◞ i’ve been trying to lay my head down ◞ but i’m writing this at 3am

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓡𝙾𝙰𝙳 ⠀ 𝗍𝗈 ⠀ ⃰𝕯┈𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌﹐ 𝓼𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 ⠀⠀ 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 ⠀⠀ ᶠ͟ʳ͟ᵒ͟ᵐ ⠀⠀ 𝖒𝖞 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ─┈┈⟢⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬﹒

⠀ ⠀ 𝗼̵𝘂̵𝘁̵ in the world ☙ ⠀ 𝓫lood··𒂭 on my 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 ⠀ 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇 ៹ 𝖺 𝓼𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 ﹒

decides not to acknowledge said kindness, mostly so as to not dismiss nor contradict. “ thanks. you did nice. i hope to see more of you, and not from my rear view mirrors. ” that came out wrong.

그만하라면서 또 곧바로 맞춰주는 거 음음..많은 상상을 하게 만드네

head shakes, already regaining composure. “ trust me, you don’t want that. if you think coaches can be mean, i am far worse. ”