a blast from the past hit @ssusuyeon
samseong university - three years ago
minwoo wasn’t aware that he had spent the past thirty minutes in front of the mirror, deciding which outfit he should pick for the very first day at school. it wasn’t that he minded what people would think about him, because he was past that for ages now, but still he wanted to look nice enough to survive without being mocked about his clothing - bottom line he would gladly wear pajamas all day if he could.
so after picking what it seemed to be his fifth outfit for the day, it looked just quite normal that he would wear some worn out faded jeans and a denim shirt, some leather jacket and his look seemed cool enough to pull through the first day.
going to a new school wasn’t new for him and minwoo was definitely ready for the challenge of facing new faces and new teachers all for the sake of his dream to become a writer. it was almost funny to think about how his perspective of a dream changed in just a few years - from a dancer to a writer, but he wasn’t one to turn his back when he heard the call.
the sight before minwoo as soon as he got to the university, just half an hour later, was breathtaking and everything he had been expecting - from the amount of excited students, to the girls wearing matching outfits even if it wasn't mandatory that they did it, to the already infinite cliques he could identify since he had trained eyes for that.
and perhaps it was just because he was so trained, that he saw him and for the first time minwoo wanted his eyes to have actually been playing some sick trick because he didn't want to believe what was just in front of him.
and of course his feet weren't connected to his brain, but mostly to his heart, once he realized what was going on, he was unequivocally close to someone from his past, someone he wish he didn't leave.
"s-suyeon?", he faltered, barely a whisper when he called up the other male, wishing he didn't listen, praying he was just an vision.
