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༉‧₊˚✧.* the apartment building's gym ༉‧₊˚✧.* may 30th.
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a thin layer of sweat covered the nape of y/n's neck as she kept sprinting on the treadmill. she has been doing so for the past 10 minutes.
she was here about three times a week. working out was part of her therapy, part of living a balanced life.
out of breath, she put her tired feet on the borders of the treadmill where the mat wasn't rapidly moving and she pressed the big red button, putting a stop to the machine.
y/n's breathing quickened, trying to appease her need for oxygen. "god." she exhaled.
she grabbed her water bottle, eagerly chugging the rest of it to go fill it up at the water fountain again.
as she filled her bottle up, she looked around the gym. there was a lot more people than usual and it bothered her.
she was probably going to end up standing in the middle of the gym like a dumbass as she figured out what to do since all of the machines were about to be taken.
"great." the girl muttered under her breath, closing her wattle bottle and quickly walking towards the equipment she was about to need before someone else took it.
"oh," she bumped into someone. "sorry!" she quickly apologized, looking up at whoever—
"you." the man answered, taking his headphones off one ear.
y/n met the man's stare, immediately recognizing him.
"erm... hi?" she awkwardly answered to his remark.
ever since their encounter in the apartment elevator, both have clocked each other quite often; in the parking lot, at the supermarket, in the elevator, again, now even at the gym.
