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( ` han river is massive. on the weekends an absolute headache to traverse through, packed full with families, couples, and tourists of the sort. well, it doesn’t really matter to her. not when she stays strictly on the running trails. and during early morning as well, to minimize the chances of a crowded path. alone, of course. it isn’t often she’s able to drag anyone from the building with her on a morning jog, much less all the way in han river. (yeojin would probably laugh at the sheer audacity) not that it’s anything in particular that soyi minded. being alone early morning is never really too bad of a thing. ) ( ` but by now, when she’s 40 minutes in and tiring, her usual pace has slowed to a stroll, water bottle in hand and earbuds pushed in; moving relatively slow the higher the sun climbed onto the sky. ) ( ` it’s hot. even in her athletic wear, she’s suffering. the heat is unbearable as of late, has her contemplating heading home early before she spots the familiar figure of another; expression perking up almost immediately. helping someone as always. ) “hey, off—” ( ` oops, no uniform, huh? ) “park sungwon!” ( ` calls out with practiced ease, as if they’ve been friends for a lifetime now, grin at the ready when she jogs over. stopping in front patiently in waiting for him to finish his (probably one of many) good deed of the day, fingers laced loosely behind her back. ) ( ` she has no plan, she’ll realize this soon. nothing beyond the surge of delight to run into a familiar face—more specifically, this familiar face—at such an odd time of day. to her it is, anyway. what’s the word again? fate? how absurd, but she likes it. ) “what are you doing here?”

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