"They thrive on thrill; adrenaline and danger runs through their veins the same way they race through the streets to win."
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"Is that how you like living? Speeding away as the people around you become a blur...
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Sarang steps out of the shower, steam following out from behind the curtain and spreading around the bathroom. Her hair falls in thick, wet strands, droplets of water dripping from the ends as she wraps a towel around herself and wraps one around her hair. She has lots to do tonight; two essays and one presentation that she absolutely has to get started on.
She rubs the mist off of the mirror in the bathroom, her reflection staring back at her. Her face tinted a little red because of the shower and the small birthmark on her shoulder stands out along with the small pieces of jewellery always on her.
A small pair of golden hoop earrings and studs placed cutely on the extra piercings she has on her earlobes. Sometimes she likes to mix them up but most of the times they're always the customary gem studs. Around her neck hangs a beautiful necklace, it's pretty long, reaching below her collarbones and just above the valley between her breasts, perfectly positioned in the middle of her upper chest. The chain is pure gold; she knows this because she had it checked. Hanging from it is a gold pendant in the exact shape and size of a coin. The circumference of the coin is bordered with gold, sort of like a ring with the pendant encased in the hollow of it. The design is beautiful and she had fallen in love with it instantly when it was given to her.
She wears it on rare occasions, days when she feels the void of a family lost in her chest or when she longs for the comfort of a mother, father and brother; a comfort she never fully experienced. She's too scared to wear it all the time, always scared that she'll somehow misplace it, that it might fall off her neck or someone might steal it without her ever realising. The thought of her most prized possession being taken away leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. It's the only thing she had left from her father, the only possession she was allowed to take before she had to start over. Even though she was never told, she likes to believe this necklace was of her mother's, it helps her feel closer to her and remember her. She doesn't care about how much it's worth or how much it can be sold for; all she knows is that her father gave it to her and she will hold on to it for her entire life.
She hums a small tune to herself as she dries up her body and steps out of the room with the towel still around her. Sarang had prayed for no distractions for her long study night but let's out a groan at the sigh of Jia all dressed up sitting on her bed, scrolling through her phone.
"Why are you here?"
Jia acknowledges her presence, locking her phone and slipping it in her pocket before whistling. "Hey there, sexy," she playfully winks.
Sarang smiles nonetheless, rolling her eyes as she makes her way to her cupboard to pull out sweats and a plain t-shirt. "Where are you going out tonight without me?"
"I," Jia says loudly. "Am going to Hongdae to meet Sungjae." The other half of her sentence is said at such a low volume, Sarang is impressed that she could even understand.
Sarang laughs ironically. "So, when I spent the night with the two racers you gave me so much shit but when you go for a second night out with one it's okay?"
