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[advjingoo]

Trial and Error | Alec & Jin Goo

It was oddly therapeutic. Target practice always was. Jin Goo held a handgun, shooting at 300 meters. He ought to practice a little more with the sniper gun; most of his long-range shooting was done by handgun. That could wait, he figured. 

Out of bullets. He reloaded, and emptied the clip again. Pressing a button, the range brought him his paper target. Holes through the head and chest, mostly in the same place, but Jin Goo could see various places that were slightly off. He frowned, holding himself to a higher standard. 

The machine put in another paper target, and Jin Goo reloaded, the motions so familiar, he didn’t need to think about it. Eyes fixed on the target, he pulled the trigger. Once, twice. Someone walked into the shooting range, but he was too preoccupied for a greeting, too busy emptying out the clip again. 

[surannx-blog]

{ slow burn; alec & suran

Wake up. Wash face. Eat a light meal. Brush teeth. Spend the next hour working out.

Suran’s morning gym routine was etched into stone and as unchanging as she was. It was something she could depend on; a predictable pattern set permanently into her day. This morning was no different other than the slight change in weather. It was cloudier than normal and Suran knew it was going to rain. Water may not have been her power, but her creation of ice heavily depended on it, and the humidity in the air lingered just within Suran’s reach at all times. It felt like her muscles were in an endless stretch, just waiting to finally manipulate the environment it was surrounded in.

Her bag in hand, the early morning sky thick in the air, Suran soundlessly made her way to the gym.

She wasn’t the only person who chose to start their daily workouts early in the morning, but there were never very many. Occasionally there’d be a brave new soul attempting to start their day before dawn, but they usually dropped off after a few days. The snooze button was awfully tempting (and so was cheesecake for breakfast).

Despite her typical early rising, Suran actually was not a morning person. Though in all fairness, it could be argued she wasn’t an any time person, but mornings were especially difficult to muster a caring personality for. Her body was often pushed to its limit and sometimes felt like it was in a perpetual state of exhaust some weeks. Being physically alert and mentally aware took up every waking energy she had and there was no room for anything else for at least another two hours.

Which is why when another student passed by her on the way to the gym, face bright and voice overly cheery as they sung out good morning, Suran adverted her icy gaze and pushed in both her ear buds, pushing play against some ridiculously loud music before she even entered the room.

Stretch. Start with light cardio. Tackle that morning’s set. Cool down on the treadmill.

It was all predictably sweet.

By the end of her routine Suran was glistening with sweat and covered in packs of ice strategically placed against parts of her body. Anyone who didn’t know her well may have assumed she had problems with her muscles, but they were truly just fine. It was her body’s temperature that was the problem and if it wasn’t kept under control, the overheating would do damage quickly.

After successfully strapping another pack of ice against the bare skin of her back, Suran picked up her towel to wipe away another trail of sweat she could feel trickling against her body. Earbuds still in, music blaring loudly in attempt to drown out any sound outside of it, she moved passed a couple of people so she could reach her bag and water, careful to keep her gaze away from anyone who might lock eyes with her and take it as a sign to start a random conversation. @nxdonghae