whatever smoke minseong inhaled during the week he and go sohee “decided to try being a thing” is smoke he doesn’t ever need to breathe in again. ever. he’s still not sure what it was — hormones? delusion? boredom? — either way, it didn’t last long enough to count. barely a week. maybe six days, depending on who you ask.
(minseong will say more just to piss her off).
they started off on the wrong foot — expectedly.
first: their very first real conversation involved her being a pisces and him being a sagittarius, and the entire thing spiraled so fast that the girl at the next table had to take out her airpods just to ask them to keep it down.
but seriously — what more was he supposed to expect from someone who wouldn't even give him the time of day while holding his hand?
(minseong says this like he wasn’t the one who started an argument at lotte world because she said mercury retrograde was the reason she ghosted three guys in february.)
and then so here he is in his sophomore year, light years before the notion of going to law school and wanting to die over peer-reviewed articles ten million times over was even a conception.
life was stupid easy in undergrad. he could stay up late drinking, sleep until 7:58 for an 8 am class that was ten minutes across campus and still manage to show up as the most wide awake student there — and do it all again the next night. and the next. and the next. and the next until he wakes up one day and he's suddenly in law school and there's not even enough time to exist anymore.
undergrad minseong was even more impulsive than current minseong. which says a lot, because said male was once a hot commodity on campus for his blackout rage gallons that varied in nights ranging from i'm about to take a piss behind this coupang truck because there's no way i'm making it back to minjae's dorm in time to reiko forging a family member's hospital discharge signature because, and he quotes, your liver waved the white flag five sojus ago.
and somehow, he thought that matching with the girl in his required econ 2000 class and trying to bag her over something saying like capitalism just isn't real. it can't be. was the reckless move.
"can we leave?" it'd been twenty minutes that sohee had parked the both of them on a bench at the park before she'd gotten glued to her phone screen to watch a music show. once he registers that nothing he says will keep her from completely ignoring his presence, minseong shoots to his feet with enough force to knock over the convenience store bag he bought her snack from, which she never even opened.
the longer he thinks about being annoyed, the worse it gets. it's like ivy, spreading through each artery and pushes his heart to beat harder than necessary. he can feel the anger growing in his chest, pondering over the bag for a quick moment and decides to take it out of spite. "cool," he says like he doesn't care, but the tactlessness in his tone says otherwise. one sharp narrow of his eyes and backpack thrown haphazardly over one shoulder, minseong shoots sohee one last nasty, pointed glare. "i'm leaving, then. walk yourself home. your girl groups can keep you company."
PISCES & SAGITTARIUS: THE SEVEN-DAY MELTDOWN, @weakkness
