[ txt to: bombomi ]  you do that 

[ txt to: bombomi ] he’s still a citizen regardless of species

[ txt to: bombomi ] i don’t think kim jongdae will thank you!

Bae Suji took great pride in the fact that she was hardly ever late for her appointments. Be it soccer practice or tutor sessions, she was always on time, and often, but not always, prepared. Scripting sessions was another necessary fun in her life, which she was always excited about. Bomi was better at keeping track of bands and releases, and she was good at just talking about things. Suji had always been good at blabbering away even if the topics were beyond her understanding. Oral presentations were some of the easiest things she could imagine doing in school, so joining Bomi in the podcast had seemed like a good way to utilize that ability, and also to spread the word of Super Junior. The fan base was pretty strong as it was, but there was always room for improvement. She saw it as any other hobby rather than work, which made it easy for her to motivate herself to leave home early in order to make it to the scripting before soccer practice started.

She rode her bike towards school, soccer gear on and with her long tresses whirling in the wind behind her; it was slightly gloomy outside, but it didn’t particularly bother her since it wasn’t looking like rain. It was, however, somewhat colder than she’d expected. She was only wearing her shorts, and a hoodie over the soccer t-shirt, but she was slowly warming up her muscles as she pedaled over the country road. The landscape was beautiful, even on under the gray hue brought on by the clouds; her mother used to say that Boseong was always something for a painting, and she couldn’t agree more.  It was easy to get lost in the scenery of this area, but Suji managed to maintain her focus and keep pushing forward through the chilling winds that swept along the fields, where they had room to move freely. Weather was always strange around here, but you got used to it.

Upon arriving at her destination, Suji got off her bike in one swift motion, and parked it right outside the main entrance. She wouldn’t be allowed to do that normally, but since school had ended she highly doubted anyone was going to call her out on it. Besides, scripting wouldn’t take long. It actually couldn’t take any longer than an hour, since she was the captain of the team and was expected to be in time for every practice. She’d kept it up well thus far, and was determined to keep it moving in the right direction.  Being in the school after hours was kind of special. It was eerily empty and quiet, save for the occasional noises originating from the hallways around the dorm area.  The sound of her trainers squeaking against the floor broke the silence in a most familiar way, and Suji, without a rush, made her way to the classroom where they’d decided to meet.

She opened the door and found the classroom to be empty: the only sign of anyone having even been there during the day was the faded white chalk letters that the teacher hadn’t been able to erase from the blackboard, which was going to be replaced by a whiteboard anyways so it didn’t really matter, and a few chairs disorderly scattered around the room. Bomi wasn’t there yet, but they had time. Suji took a seat in one of the aforementioned chairs, and placed her gaze upon the fragment of the landscape that could be seen through the window. There was the parking lot, main entrance, the road which she’d been cycling on, and then behind it, fields. It was strange to think that they were unclaimed, that no one wanted to work the land for a profit. She supposed no one had the time or knowledge. A local farmer had taken it upon himself to trim the wild array of grasses and plants that grew there, so they didn’t look overgrown at any time.