☆ closed starter for @wilds1de, won jihoon
☆ located at bay parking garage. ↪ cruise action prompt — flipped. there is no real privacy in the won-seo household, improvisation leads them to the garage with bags of taco bell.
the itch was coming back. every three months, like clockwork, there'd be this irritation under her skin. something that would keep poking, prodding, until she ended up somewhere in the keys or tampa, even tallahassee, racing around a track she had no business on. it was dangerous, maybe borderline stupid, and no one knew about it. felt the itch this morning soon as she got up from bed, pacified it by driving way above the speed limit from jihoon's place to taco bell to the bay parking garage. it'd come back, she knew, but it was enough for now. “ they better not have forgotten my fire sauce, ” arm half way into the bag, head ducking to look for the miniature sauce packets, “ ever since it came out, can't have my taco bell without it. ” a roar of victory when she finds the ten fire sauces she requested at the drive through window, a look over to where jihoon was planted in the passenger seat of her car, “ they get everything right for you? ”
















