“ breathe ” ;; ft. @sunneburn
"fuck, sungbin. i’m dead.” the statement would’ve been more believable if it weren’t the 500th time he’d self-proclaimed his death in the past hour. and then even more so if not the stupid grin hanging off his face as he glances over at his taller friend, as if he were some tired yet fulfilled puppy looking towards its owner after a long walk. actually, maybe that’s exactly what it was like.
somehow this has become a routine; a rarity amongst the chaotic shambles that usually make up his life. and despite how he claims he’d ‘much rather die’ every time he steps out of his doorway, these runs with sungbin have become one of the very few choices that hyunwoo can confidently claim are objectively healthy for him. physically, sure. cardio is supposed to be good for you, whatever. but given the plethora of his other unhealthy choices in consumption and indulgence, he’s not dumb enough to really believe that the occasional run will make a difference in the grand scheme of things. not for his bodily health, at least.
instead, he does it for the psychological respite. turns out it’s much harder to drown in his own thoughts when gasping for breath and simply trying to push forward, one stride at a time. and of course, there’s some rather special company that comes with. one that’s seemingly stuck around longer than most anyone else in his life, and for that, he’s genuinely grateful although he’d be tight-lipped to admit it.
“i’m fully ready to not move for the rest of the day,” he proclaims with a deep exhale, hand rising to wipe some sweat off his brow. “you’re insane for doing this as often as you do. why would you choose to run, unless there’s something chasing you.” he grumbles, more to himself, though clearly the other can hear him. and so hyunwoo flashes him a sweet and easygoing smile. “but come on. coffee’s on me today.”