— collateral damage
@avtjjk
running was never really his strong point – his stamina and speed were average at best, nothing special, since he never bothered to train especially hard or do exceptionally well during gym class back in school.
but at times like these? wow he wish he had tried harder.
at this point in time, his lungs are starting to burn, the ache he felt in his legs from breaking out into a sprint all of a sudden was long gone, replaced by a numb feeling which made him feel like his limbs were a separate part of his body, just moving by its own accord, yet not fast enough to catch up with the guy that stole his wallet. he feels like he should give up – there’s no way he’ll ever catch up to that bastard. he’s probably used to running away from people but the only time jihoon has ever ran in the past few years was after a bus that he nearly missed.
ok, he tells himself, if i don’t get him by the time i reach the next building, i’m quitting. just then, as if someone had finally caught on with his desperation, the perpetrator stumbled, allowing jihoon to close the gap significantly.
almost there! he reaches his hands out, ready to give that bastard hell and make his jacket explode. he feels the fabric right at his fingertips… almost—
he doesn’t know what happened, but all of a sudden there’s warm, brown liquid engulfing him in a light shower. someone’s standing in front of him, also caught in the sudden mysterious rain. it takes a few more seconds for him to register the broken plastic cup lying on the floor, and the telltale smell of coffee. he looks at the person in front of him, eyebrows raised and jaw slack, because he can’t really believe that this is happening right now.
“you’ve got to be kidding me. did your parents not teach you how to walk? i was this close to getting him!”