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hyunsoo’s a top-notch orator. if this was 400 bc athens, he’d probably have everyone under his thumb. but they’re in 21st century seoul and he might as well be speaking gibberish, 'cause she’s itching for a light and this meeting couldn’t possibly be any longer (it really could, but she’s not going to jinx it). here’s the thing: sebin’s a proper teammate. and like any proper teammate she stands idle, nods at the appropriate times and laces her fingers behind her back. and thinks to herself, i’m going to have to make a convenience store run by the end of the night.
the neon numbers on her hand-me-down casio read 10:30 by the time the curtain goes down. sebin takes her time to mingle before heading out the door. down the steps she goes, catching zhiruo with an arm looped through hers, all chummy in her near-perfect mandarin. she’s been working on her intonation at ruo’s behest. “you’re not heading home, are you? thought we made a promise.”
this week’s prize is a beaut-- snow-white, with dark cherry upholstery. certainly not as showy as the last one, but sebin’s been looking forward to taking it out for a real test drive. she relinquishes her grip and fishes the keys out her back pocket. with one click, the doors swivel to open in a seamless upward motion--
--like an angel unfurling it wings.
almost biblical if you think about it long enough.
“and don’t even think about blowing me off tonight.”
