JAEMINANE
Training had always been one of the redeeming highlights of his day, albeit not successful for the most part, but in lighter terms.. it was refreshing. His high school days had consisted of a deep rooted passion for sports alongside orthorexia, falling prey to deceptive magazines and ergogenic aids that proved to be of no help to him. But as life took a turn for the worst, Ji Ho's ideals underwent a very simplistic kind of deterioration. Complex habits only made it harder for him, and so he shed a majority of his materialistic views on life by the time he found this place.
He was a perspiring and depleted mess on the gym floor for now, exhaustion outlining every muscle in his body. Rolling over onto his back, Zico tentatively stood up in a frail attempt to avoid lightheadedness. But even as he shuffled like a hareoboji across the room, he faltered against the change room door as soon as he reached, resting his forehead against the cool metal momentarily to catch his breath. And so when he entered the change room, oblivious to the blatant sign that marked it for its unique inhabitants, Ji Ho had only briefly glanced towards the blonde boy off to the corner before turning his back to him. Too lazy to grab a hold of his clothes from his locker, he figured he might as well just take a shower while he was at it, and began stripping; clad in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt idly being pulled over his shoulders.
