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@park sunghoon [] hhh thank you bb and staph,,, yours was ✨ immaculate ✨ wbk that i loaf your writing *^* also orz for the late reply cause my brain said nOpe for the longest time hhh

the male hadn’t realised just how much he had grossly misjudged his level of fitness until he stood there, chest heaving whilst he struggled to take in as much oxygen as his lung would let him. next time, he was going to stop for little breaks no matter how late it got. letting his eyes close for a brief second, the voice that followed and the sudden cold intrusion against his chest, startled beomgyu for a split moment. jolting back a few steps as he stared down at the male who stood before him, beomgyu could only manage a weak chuckle until he had fully regained composure.

“aw... man— and here i thought i’d be getting a heartfelt eulogy from you sometime soon,” the older teased, gaze dropping down to the ice cream cup sunghoon held out before reaching for it himself.

“thanks for this though, you’re a life saver! have you been waiting for long?”

it was a stupid question. beomgyu knew that sunghoon had waited quite a bit for him to finally show up yet he still asked in hopes to gauge just how upset the other was. apologising wasn’t much of a thing in their friendship— after all, actions spoke louder than words and with their busy schedules, it was pointless to keep saying ‘sorry’ over something like this lest it lost its essence. thus, should the other be truly mad at his tardiness, beomgyu would have to find ways to make it up.

@choi beomgyu [] tis more than okey bb hngg kamsa. also, bian if mine doesn't rly match up to your quality ! it's kinda underwhelming so im soz ;;

one could say the younger male wasn't too surprised at the fact his friend was running late, yet again. it had become a regular occurrence for sunghoon to wait an hour or two for his friend's dramatic arrival. one— it was either beomgyu sprinting with sweat dripping down from every crevice of his body. or two— not showing up at all. it was always like playing russian roulette with the older male.

chuckling to himself, sunghoon leaned against the rough pillar as he stared at his phone; a single grey tick frozen as his message stayed pending.

↣ hey. we still on?

"oh well," he sighed before shoving his phone back into his pant pocket. it looked like he was going to have to wait a little longer before the other arrived. so, tidying up his mask and hat, sunghoon made his way to an ice cream shop adjacent to where he was standing. what better way to conquer this summery weather than by eating an icy cold dessert.

with two cups of chocolate flavoured ice cream preoccupying both of his hands, he made his way back to where he previously stood. however, this time, the boy stopped in his tracks and looked at a familiar figure meters from where he was at— steadying himself from what seemed like he had partaken in the olympics. playfully rolling his eyes, sunghoon made his way to the semi-dying male and extended out a cup of ice cream for him to take. "go on. you look like you're gonna die and im not about to attend any funerals yet," sunghoon insisted, lightly shoving the cup into the other's chest.

@park sunghoon [ tis the starter i promised you ages ago asdfghf not my best hhh, but i do hope it’s okay! ]


“... he’s definitely going to kill me— DUDE, COMING THROUGH, 12 O’CLOCK!”

clutching his bag whilst he sprinted as fast as his long legs could carry him, past poor unsuspecting strangers, beomgyu could only afford to mutter silent prayers under his breath at that very moment. what for, you may ask? the answer was simple; it was because he was late— very late, in fact, to a hang-out he had agreed to weeks in advance. in all honesty, it had been soobin’s job to wake him up on time, but as beomgyu came to learn, you couldn’t trust anybody. not even your own roommate. by the time he had rolled himself awake and got over his daily regrets of having to wake up, beomgyu was already a half-hour behind schedule. only heavens knew of the chaos that ensued after.

glancing down at his phone in 10-second intervals to check the time, the male forced his limbs to carry on, despite the familiar burn in his throat and chest. beomgyu couldn’t stop now, for he might cease to stop breathing altogether for a very different reason if he had been a minute later than he already was.

as beomgyu fast approached the proposed spot, he was to meet his friend; he nearly let out a sigh of relief to find the other nowhere to be seen. had beomgyu actually been saved by jesus himself? was he perhaps on time? did his friend leave?? he had so many questions yet now, only the energy to stress over one. coming to a screeching halt, nearly knocking over a decorative potted plant in the process, beomgyu took in a gasp of breath, hand reaching out to grab on to something (the plant being the lucky object of the day) to steady his weak legs and erratic breathing. although he had a good chance of passing out now, at the very least, he was on time.