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jinah  was  sat  in  her  car  in  so!ar’s  parking  lot  visibly  upset.  the  plan  was  that  she  would  exit  the  car  once  her  tears  had  stopped  but  she  kept  going.  she  was  respectable,  she  didn’t  want  others  to  see  her  like  this.  at  least  the  paparazzi  weren’t  outside  the  building  for  once;  it  would  have  been  very  messy  for  her  if  they  had  been  present.  she  had  put  up  a  good  front  for  so  long  but  things  didn’t  feel  any  better  and  she  didn’t  know  where  to  turn.  the  company  wanted  her  to  participate  in  the  group  activities  but  she  was  finding  it  harder  than  she  initially  anticipated.  jinah  did  feel  pathetic  -  why  wasn’t  she  able  to  control  herself  ?  crying  in  your  car  was  no  way  to  live  so  why  was  she  doing  it  ?  nothing  made  sense  to  her  these  days  and  she  was  unable  to  comprehend  what  was  happening  these  days.  wiping  her  tears,  the  woman  continued  to  cry  and  then  put  her  head  on  the  steering  wheel,  accidentally  setting  off  the  horn.

HE'S BEEN DROPPED OFF BY HIS MANAGER, he’s just focused on getting inside and getting to the pratice rooms. he wasn’t bothered by anything else that is, until he heard the honking of  the car horn, thinking maybe he’d forgotton something. he turns to look but confusion fills him because instantly he sees a girl in her car. he slowly approaches and he gently taps the window with his index finger. “ excuse me ? “ he breathes waiting for a response, he can see she’s been crying.