...This feeling that over my chest spread like wild fire over my body and raged just as powerfully. It were as if my skin and heart were set alight. Why did Chan have to have this stupid affect on me? I didn't fancy him, surely? I was in love with M...
I figured since the set was at a race course today, an outside area with high speed winds, wearing a more substantial outfit would be a smart idea.
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Wearing a white, long sleeved top tucked into black slacks, I did my makeup more neutral with falsies but no winged eyeliner, doing a red tinted lip along with it.
I sighed at my appearance, straightening out my wavy blonde hair into a more slender style, parting my hair to the right.
I thought to pair my outfit with some black combat boots to make it a little more military, using my black cross body bag to hold all my items once more.
I didn't look too bad - nothing special really. The more I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the more I grew tired with the way I looked. Maybe it was because I didn't get much sleep the night previous, maybe it was because I was nervous to see the boys knowing there would be repercussions somehow.
The trip to the race course took about an thirty minutes, heading away from the city centre of Seoul. Navigating the highway was tricky and I felt like maybe I was going too slow compared to the other, more aggressive, drivers.
My heart clenched in fear at the speeds of the roads, my hands clasped around the steering wheel with an iron grip. I tried to not hyperventilate and just look towards the horizon, breathing deeply to calm my nerves.
As I pulled into the car park of the race track, my hands hurt at how tight my grip was. I winced in pain, trying my best to open and close my hands with ease, my muscles searing.
I sighed, fishing for my phone and purse in my bag before tossing the bag into the back of the car, clambering out of my car. I could hear the high speeds of the cars whizzing around the circuit, the sound like a sonic boom through the air.
Felix texted me that morning to say that him and the boys had been on set since 8am, telling me to get there whenever I felt like. Considering I barely slept the night before, I left my house at 10am, getting to the course about 10:30am. Maybe it was a bit lax of me to not show up the same time as the others, but I figured it gave them time to get into a good head space and I wouldn't distract or excite any of them.
Shoving my personal belongings in the deep pockets of my slacks, I headed for the main entrance. It wasn't as busy as it was the day previous, but I figured that there was a lot more clearer spaces to work with.
"Identification, please," a familiar voice spoke, my head snapping towards the sound. It was the same suited guard again; tanned skin with crows feet by his eyes.
"You literally only saw me yesterday," I replied, coming to a stop.
"Identification or I can't let you through. This facility has been hired by JYP Entertainment for the use of their employees so without official identification, I cannot-,"
