❀ Superman for Summer
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Summer would always have her Superman.
SUPERMAN FOR SUMMER +
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25 days when I had to pretend to be your personal driver.
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. . . HOW IT ALL BEGAN ♦
| I hurried to my car, desperate to feel the cool winds of my A/C. I was born during the middle of Winter, hence my given name Gyoeul. So to say that I had some sort of resentment towards the season of summer was a bit understandable. But it wasn’t just because I was born during Winter. I disliked the way the back of my shirt stuck to my skin, the tacky feeling of sweat prickling down the spine of my back. I had no appreciation for the sudden shoot in humidity level and no patience whatsoever with the way my hair clung to the back of my neck. I fumbled through my satchel and cursed under my breath. It was such a tiny bag and yet it seemed to have such glorious space inside, enough for my keys to be put under a haze of wanderlust. I searched through the small pockets on the outside but no such luck. See, this was the problem with being disorganized; the things you need are lying there ever so carelessly when you don’t need them and when you do need them, they suddenly seemed to have taken off and ran away to paradise lost and never found until you don't need it again. That’s when I realized I placed my car keys inside my wallet earlier since I was in such a rush to get to the bathroom. I balanced the heavy carton of whatever merchandise my mom asked me to pick up and it wouldn’t have been such a hassle had it not been for that sudden pop up boy band shopping mall performance. It was chaotic and wild, with stampedes of crazy fangirls dying to get near to their precious idols. It was pathetic. To say I was not enthusiastic about Korean Pop music was an understatement and to be honest, I would probably answer 'Fin.K.L' if you asked me about the latest girl group that debuted. Seriously, with companies suddenly popping up from left to right with nameless groups and big named groups, how could one even keep up with each other? So imagine my reaction when the back door of my car suddenly whipped open, nothing but platinum blonde hair, plump lips, and sharp, slanted eyes shooting right at me. I turned around and glared at him in utter bewilderment, horrified that some total stranger had gotten on. What exactly was I supposed to do? Call security? Call my mom? Call— “YAH! DRIVE!” I blinked. “Excuse me but—“ Over his shoulder, a wave of roaring commotion was suddenly set our way and out of reflex, I locked the doors and clutched on the driving gear, pulling away quickly from the heated parking lot. My heart began to pound against my chest as the crowd went right after my car (Jesus, my car, my mom was going to kill me if I got any scratches on it, we haven't even finished paying for it) but they vanished one by one as I headed out to the road. The man sitting behind me sighed heavily when he realized the group of mayhem women wouldn't be able to follow us anymore and I watched him take off his cap. As he threw his head back and closed his eyes, I couldn’t help but ask, “Excuse me but…” He opened one eye to make contact with mine. “Who the hell are you?” He raised an eyebrow, as if stunned at my sudden profanity. “Uh… aren’t you one of the EXO stylist noonas?” I tilted my head to the side, in complete confusion. “XO? Isn’t that alcohol? Since when did Alcohol have stylist noonas?” |
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A/N: CHARACTERS WILL BE POSTED SOON.
THIS WILL BE UPDATED SOON TOO. TEEHEE. DO NOT FEAR HOHEY BODEI :3
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