#d:starter.

🏈 」    THE ONLY SPIDER HE WILL EVER LOVE, the only spider he will ever --- in a trance, the words play over and over in his head as he holds the prized possession in his hands. the ferrari. yilun’s ferrari. the one car he never imagined he’d have the opportunity to drive. not because it was yilun’s, but come on! the car cost more than basically, his life. “YOU SURE? ARE YOU HUNDRED, THOUSAND PERCENT SURE?” he repeats the same question over and over; surely, there’s something wrong. it has got to be pregnancy brain or something! how can she trust him?

             but even before she can doubt herself, he runs out of the house to unlock her ferrari. if he’s fastened in the driver’s seat, she can’t push him out! there would be no way of turning around. so, just like his brain had suggested, he fastens the seat belt, adjusts the rear mirrors, and honks, impatiently.

@glitteryheels

🏈 」   DONE. they were finally going; finally saved enough money to escape the cold and to go on vacation. the kids yelled out disney world a year back, and since then, danny had been responsibly saving up. he even had a visible jar displayed out in the open, so the family could see their vacation status. dropping the last $100 bill in the crowded jar, he colored in the huge star soohyun had adorably drawn over the jar. 100%. after a whole year, they had finally reached 100%.

starter for @chcshirc

🏈 」     AN ANNUAL SENIOR PROJECT DUE BY THE END OF THE YEAR, or so was written on a piece of white paper, hanging at the edge of the desk. in the teacher’s words, “a project that challenges high school seniors to demonstrate their academic excellence and to cultivate students to successfully transition into their post high school experiences, while giving students opportunities to explore different fields and interests throughout the year.” or how jung shiwoo’s interpreted, ‘fucking waste of time bullshit’. he sighed, staring back at the young student sitting in front with a dull expression, impatiently tapping the eraser end of the pencil on the desk.  when was the period over?

              jung shiwoo partnered with matilda park. matilda park. who the fuck was this chick? well, he assumed it was the girl that was currently sitting in front, since she had searched for him first, and since she had initiated the project to him, first. he wanted a nerd he could bully around to force him or her into doing all the work and giving him the credit, so why was, the well-known, well-praised wide receiver jung shiwoo who was not only an outstanding football player, but was accepted into notre dame during his junior year, being punished with someone he didn’t even know existed? yes, he was extremely disappointed, even went as far as asking the teacher if he could switch partners, but request denied so now, with no other way out, silence had to be broken and he had to lay out the ground rules.

🏈 」     “MONEY AND GIRLS ARE ALL I NEED, money and girls...” he chanted over and over in his head, wiping away the beads of sweat from his forehead with his arm. ‘or okay, focus on money. just money.’ in the end, he corrected his chant, again, as he made an exit from the back room. now, as his name was called for the big finale ‘session’, the well known, well loved one-on-one dance session with a stripper; with a smug expression, he made his final appearance. as the spotlight centered directly on him, cheers roaring and spreading throughout the entire club like wildfire, the choice had to made. decisions had to come in an instant, or else, he’d have to hear another lecture of how “horrible” of a stripper he was by his boss. never pleasing, always a stressful business.

               as he scanned the general vicinity, grasping the feel of everyone around, his eyes had focused in on a group of friends, pointing and calling for his attention, singling out one miserable female who sat in the center of the group. ah, a club newbie? or simply, shy and afraid? his personal favorites; his go-to ‘clients’.

🏈 — “Her name is Ahyeon, and you will love her. She’s so bubbly and adorable, you guys are perfect for each other!” His friend would argue, popping in and out, left and right, leaving all sorts of messages, reaching to the point of obsession. “Yeah, I highly doubt that,” was his response each and every time, refusing to give in to the request. Because face it, let say the two were actually cute together --- so what? Danny wasn’t at the point of his life to settle so that was out of the question, but aside from that, what kind of money and time did he have to support a healthy relationship? None.

He wasn’t looking for a companion. So, what was so wrong about staying single?

“I’m going, but just this once. Because you’re getting on my last nerve. Give me her number. I swear, she’s YOUR shoulder to cry on when I break the news that I’m not looking for anything serious. I’m only going because of you, and I will gladly share that with her. I’ll be nice to her since she’s your friend, but don’t expect anything.” And so, the day had arrived. Danny had contacted the mysterious blind date a few days earlier, texted her the set time, date, and location of where the two would meet. And although he wasn’t expecting much, he did however, set a nice date for her, since after all, she was a female and it was the man’s duty to at least, give her a memorable evening.

A gentleman, he had arrived 15 minutes earlier than the set time to order cold drinks for both as starters, quietly waiting in his best navy colored polo and jeans. He looked around the cafe, tapping on the table. Was he suddenly feeling a burst of anxiousness? Why?