( FIVE TO NINE )
@jiaonx
in the flurry of the late summer heat, the suffocating humidity of korea at an all time high, with furnace-like and unbearable to the dry, sunny lovely forevers that were of california, im sehun was late to class.
well actually, what can be classified late if the boy who maintain speeds fast enough to cover a two kilometers and get dressed in a few minutes? perhaps there is still that prevailing, tiring need to wear a charming grin and pleasing nature that is always so -- what is it?
right, the habitual nature to just be liked by staff presents itself with a tight hold.
when quickly limbs outstretched and pivoting steps he is dressed with a clutter of items thrown in his bag and in his hands (see: strewn loose sheets of paper, an uncapped pen amongst blunt pencils and an empty water bottle). running fingers through his locks as some feeble excuse of a comb, slowing from his speed (sheets from his desk shifting from such force).
this, timed at under a minute, nice. (not a surprise though, he does move incredibly fast, finessed enhanced speed and all.)
but of course, “holy sh-” five minutes to nine he finds himself shoulder in collision with a girl. alas, the sheets she was holding find themselves in the air to slowly flutter down. (admittedly, this is not im sehun’s best state, he is usually a character known to hold some grace in charm but he’s only been up for what? - five minutes max?) “that’s my bad.” halfheartedly speaking, “i wasn’t looking...” so much for selling apologetic, half-ass.
it really is too early to wear the handsome im sehun grin on.
(oh shit he forgot to brush his teeth.)
