Paint your war colors

ahnsvhee:

It’s that time around where the university becomes active with other universities. This year is a sports competition. Sohee isn’t a fan of sports nor does she think she has the strength for it. The head board of the school demands that the selected groups is mandatory to participate in this competitive manner. 

Sohee and the fashion group changed their clothes into sports wear and followed the crowd onto the field. The entire campus was separated into groups of each specific field.

Medical & Biochem - Male Football

English & Education - Co-ed Volleyball

Engineer - Co-ed Track

Design - Co-ed Soccer

Art - Basketball

Sohee covered her eyes from the sun that is beaming down on them. “Ugh, why are we forced to do this? This is so stupid and pointless. We have to finish designing!” One student protested against the coach. He walked up towards the student and flicked his finger on her forehead. “This is a very important match between our university and the other. So we must win!” Sohee rolled her eyes with her friends until the man called out her name in a broad, deep voice. She raised her hand and he approached her. “You must go to the other school and be our spy.” She snorted in his face and crossed her arms, “Then what does that make of us and this university? That’s embarrassing.”

The man before her is very stubborn. “Go see what our competition looks like. I give you by 4pm to come back and spill the details.” He chuckled as he caught his own words, “Yes, I am caught up with my slang with you kids. By 4pm, Ahn Sohee!” He patted her shoulder before forming a team with the students. She furrowed her brows and marched back into the locker room. “What’s the whole point of me being out there and dressing up for uniform?!” 

She changed back into her clothing and took a taxi to the university. 

thwop, smack–

The sound of his gloves making contact with the punching bag echoed throughout the empty gym. He’d been alone for almost an hour, as it was the usual time he’d dedicated to preparing for the year’s sport season. It would be his first time diving into the life of an athlete since his senior year. Which when thought about, he questioned why he’d given up track. Having loved the feel of a good run, despite a hot day, or pitter patter of rain against his head. 

  But he’d convinced himself that running was a chapter in his life that’d ended long ago. Now, soccer would be his game, his focus - and it would start today. “Nichkhun-ah!” His head turned in the direction of the voice. Lips curving into a smile when he recognized a friend who’d joined the co-ed soccer team alongside him. “Mr Macho, you ready to go?” “I will be in a little bit. Let me hop in the shower and we’ll get going.”