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First impressions were important for rookies and perhaps, one of the most fundamental things of an idol. The point of her finger flicked back and forth towards herself and the female. She had hoped she didn’t make it too obvious, albeit the mere comment from one of her most adored seniors was enough for the teen to become tongue-tied, mouthing the words, ‘Me? You’re talking to me?!’, frantic with worry and a bit of excitement. “I- Er.. Heejin from LOONA. Do you... perhaps need something?”

Another soft laugh left him, her blatant attempt at brushing him off was adorable in its own sense. Sea Monster?  That was Definitely an interesting choice– he found himself smiling wide, ear to ear.  The younger was rather humorous, and making him smile and laugh even more even though he was attempting not to do so because it was possibly pissing her right off and yet– … “Hey, Its not THAT bad.” he gestured in a reassuring fashion, at how she looked, she was just– soggy? Was that the proper term, even the thought of this word made him choke back a soft snicker; and he playfully brought his arm to shield him when she shook off cascading droplets. Stubborn, That’s what she was ; But, He himself was just as stubborn. moving around behind her, he gently pressed to her back to push her to move, since she was stubbornly upturning her nose to him. The jacket was covered in slush and he felt his fingers reacting to the temperature of the cold liquid and he shivered. “Jeez…” he murmured under his breath. “If you keep that up, you’ll definitely get sick, and what a worse way to finish a horrible day, isn’t that right?” He added in, trying to at least nudge her in the direction of being a bit less stubborn. 

The freezing weather coupled with her current state of being forecasts a cold waiting to happen and will regret, maybe even a fever, if she doesn’t go somewhere and change at the very moment. As much as she hated to admit it, he was more than right–but no way in the universe was she even thinking of giving an apology for being so stubborn. Besides, Jihoon was probably having the time of his life enjoying the view of how pitiful she looked right now. Furthermore, it wasn't helping about the fact she despised feeling vulnerable. Though, it was a situation she couldn't avoid and undoubtedly caused by her own actions. He might have said it wasn’t ‘that bad’, but the teen would have to disagree--or perhaps it was her over-exaggerating imagination. That was usually the case anyways. Despite her previous protests, she let him nudge her forward without saying a word, hoping her silence was enough to suggest her compliance. Steps gradually accelerated into a normal pace in just a few seconds, slowing down occasionally to follow his lead.

His eyes squinted at the request she asked, slowly an eyebrow quirked up as he stared at the younger, everyone knows his close friendship with one of the big sunbaenim in the industry, being the kind person he is; he know he will somehow agree on getting Minho’s signature for her but he decided to asked her just to play around. “What do you think I am, huh? A messenger or something?” He snickered while playfully poked her forehead lightly. “Also, what will I get in return hm?”

☆ - ‘’Hm? Oh, sure!’’ the singer quickly straightened herself on her seat, holding her guitar as she took a quick glance at the younger, a smile spreading across her features ‘’This one?’’ she repeated the last note she played, raising a brow and meeting the other female’s gaze again ‘’I’m gonna be honest with you- I’m impressed. I mean– I knew about your talent and that you like to play guitar, but I didn’t know you’re this good! Aigoo I’m not skilled at all compared to you.’’ she said sweetly, the smile growing wider in her lips and her head tilting slightly to the side as she watched the younger playing with a few chords.

“Ah unnie, I’m no prodigy...” A hand swatted in the air, a hint of bashfulness from the younger. To think the mere compliment was enough for her cheeks to grow a light shade of crimson. Heejin still wasn’t quite used to receiving compliments about her skills. 

She was he youngest of three daughters; her eldest sister working as a researcher at a major bio company, and her second oldest sister is also studying biology in college. However, Heejin was no “mutant” of the family, as her older sister enjoyed ballroom dancing and the other, also aspired to become a singer. Much like them, she enjoyed dancing since she was young; it was in middle school she was so sure of her dreams to become a singer, the youth determined enough to travel four hours into the city every few days to go to a dance academy. Success didn’t come easy, being rejected from multiple companies. And of course, her father never liked the profession, not out of spite, but of course, her future was uncertain and just because you’ve debuted doesn’t mean you’ll be successful; she knew that very well. She hasn’t failed yet. Failure is when you talk yourself out of becoming something amazing.

The building’s hall was beyond the point of being considered crowded, and that was a fact. Idols and potentials couldn’t get past one another without having to wedge their already thin bodies through the compressed spaces. This was a familiar feeling, of course it was, but at least most event managers tried their best to keep the idol groups and hopefuls separated. They were consistently told to stay in their designated rooms until they were called. This was, unfortunately, not the case today. It was evident in the mistakes presenting itself, including the one that would rip the Chanel pendant from Lisa’s blouse and get caught in the raven locks of a hoobae.

Everything but the accident was fast paced. The act of the pendant clinging to the curled strands of another was projected in slow motion. Lisa’s mouth obnoxiously flung open, as it normally did in shock, with a shriek escaping the contents of it. She had to react immediately. She ripped it off of her own dress shirt before she untangled it from the younger woman’s hair as quick as she possibly could. The pendant was nothing compared to the girl’s long locks but it was clear that she had thought otherwise with her shaky words. “None! None!” The elder shook her head with a cast of guilt washing over her now pale features, “You’re not in any trouble– I am so sorry! It’s all my fault..”

Politely, and hugely embarrassed, she lowered her head in convenience to the other whilst trying to detach the jewelry from her hair, emitting yelps occasionally when small pieces of her hair are tugged. In the mere few minutes, Heejin has concluded that the very moment might have been her setting the world record for one of the fastest screw ups in history--or so the teenager exaggerated in her head. Admittedly, ...yes she was the one in pain, but it wasn’t as if she could say that to her senior. With such a misfortune, she had, most likely, made quite the impression, she’d thought, face contorting into horror. And certainly it wasn’t one of the best she had made.

In attempt to convince the other that it wasn’t the case, and more or less, herself, head shook frantically, offering a string of repeated apologies accompanied with hasty bows. She was wrong! Heejin was at fault too. “No, no! I’m sorry for inconveniencing you! I wasn’t meant to go out and about anyways. But well, I got a little too excited and was hoping to spot you and some other people for fun, and now I realized I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry...” she sported a sheepish smile, looking anywhere but back at Lisa, as digits combed her own tangled locks.

Noticing her blank expression, Seungyoon dropped his headphone on his shoulders and passed a guilty smile. The new draft distracted him too much, that he missed to realize she was talking to him. “What? Did you say something?”