↪ closed starter for @yezikill !!
SWEAT is getting soaked profusely through his tank top as haesoo pushes into his last rep, nimble fingers wrapped tightly around the bar above him as the crushing weight tries to belittle him from below. he lets out a strangled breath before lifting the bar back it’s place, sitting up while reaching for his water bottle – throat almost dying for something cold, something to quench his thirst. lips make contact with the opening of his drink as his eyes pipe up, dancing amongst the strangers before him while trying to level out his breathing. it was, again, one of his usual days at the gym ( since the school’s gym were full sad excuses of misfits that haesoo constantly scoffed at ) and while nameless, careless faces continued to play with their own machines before him – his gaze finally halted as they came to a stop with a familiar figure that certainly perked his interest; though, action was never a coursed response. she was captivating to watch, though he’s never seen her actually talk to anyone, none of the students at sutton nor the regulars at this gym ( nevertheless someone as attractive as him anyway ) but haesoo was a determined young man with more than enough adrenaline coursing through his veins. he decided today was the day he’d at least get her number; so picking up a hand towel as well as his water bottle, haesoo got up from his seat and made his way towards the girl with confident and persuasive steps.
