#ssuseul

[ssukminwoo]

“ It’s exam season soon. I’m going to die. ”

november prompt for @ssuseul

after being a student for almost three years, minwoo could say he was used to every single type of person that studied at samseong. there were the types that treated you as if you didn’t exist, there were those who thought you were their crushes or best friends and there were ones you just wanted to stay away,

he quite never understood why exam season was so stressful - perhaps because minwoo himself enjoyed what he was doing and everything he did was just like an experiment, he had fun while writing, even when he went through his writer’s blocks, but they never lasted.

and it was quite possibly why he was just staring at the boy with awesome skin and a hard expression, talking to him as if they were best friends (something they definitely weren’t), looking almost defeated. minwoo swallowed the bitter words that threatened to leave his lips as he knew exactly who that guy was, but as the words ‘karma’ and ‘be nice’ blinked a red light in his head, he just stared at iseul, quite curiously.

“are you coming to me for some help or are you just venting out about your terrible future?”

[ssumariko-blog]

° STAY GOLD.

for @ssuseul.

the night is still young when she arrives at the scene: 1:24am, an empty highway on the outskirts of seoul with cars lining up at the starting line, all ready to go. someone revs their engine and she rolls her eyes. a friend waves her over, beckoning her to stand by him to watch, but she shakes her head and instead, walks towards another friend, eyeing the keys in his grasp.

she doesn’t plan on just watching and betting tonight.

the steering wheel of the murcielago is unfamiliar in mariko’s hands, yet it’s not a total stranger either. is this within her comfort zone? no. she’d be much more comfortable with her motorbike, however, the unfamiliarity is what makes this fun.

after making sure everything is working, she drives up to the starting line and notices another familiar face in the vehicle next to hers. her crimson tinted lips curve into a smirk as the window rolls down. “isn’t this a little past your bedtime?” there’s still time for small talk, besides it’s not like she planned on winning anyways. “just how many energy drinks did you down before this?”