♡ CARNIVAL ( gotta work on that aim )
ft. @hmsang
so many people, so many faces, so many smelly armpits— shiah is definitely on the verge of freaking out after having lost her friend in the crowd that would barely even be considered in a city but in yongdam?! it’s a freaking herring party! shiah has no idea how she could lose sight of him so easily and they haven’t even agreed on a rendezvous spot to meet at in case they lost each other; mostly because none of them freaking thought it would happen!
but it did, so now shiah’s maneuvering through people, her eyes frantically looking for any familiar faces but she sees no one— no one! a frustrated sigh rolling off her tongue, she slips out of the middle of all the hustle so she wouldn’t have to stop to catch a breath right in the center of the place. she quickly combs through her hair, accidentally pulling out a few strands along the way. she sighs once again, slowly turning her head to look around for the millionth time when she notices that she stopped right next to the shooting range, something she’s been meaning to try out (just not alone). it’s obvious that the girl in control of the gun is struggling – she’s literally missing every single shot! by miles!
shiah is about to approach the girl when suddenly the gun is pointed at her and it’s a matter of two milliseconds that the bullet doesn’t get buried in her neck (of course, it wouldn’t have anyway, it’s not like it’s a real bullet, but still) and she wheezes; staring at the girl who just almost shot her in fear.
“i hope this was just a horribly missed shot and you weren’t actually trying to kill me!” she says half-joking, half-serious before straightening herself back up and taking a deep breath. a smile soon appears upon her lips which is an automatic reaction of the ever-smiling girl but also to lift the mood because the girl surely seems frustrated a bit; she’s not surprised, with an aim like that, shiah’s annoyance would be over the top at this point. “hey, give it to me, i’ll help you get whatever present you’re aiming for!” she offers, a sudden frown on her forehead. “or more like, not aiming for because you clearly have the worst aim i’ve ever seen.”
