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It seemed like Hanbin didn’t want to answer the phone. Jimin began to wonder if he’d thought this through properly. This was an idol, after all. Calling out of the blue from an unidentifiable number -- in hindsight, it didn’t seem like a very good idea. 

He was just about to hang up when the person on the other line answered, and he froze up. It was too late to turn back now. 

The voice on the other end did not sound happy. The words coming out of his mouth were not things he would expect to hear from Hanbin, but his voice was unmistakable. He cleared his throat awkwardly, closing the door to the phone booth and leaning against the glass wall. 

Hanbin is at the convenience store with Bobby’s wallet. A big smile plastered on his face as he continue to pick up random things to put on his tray and by random things, it means junk foods. Lots of it. Not his money anyway~

He was whistling happily as he stroll down the isle. It was pretty late and no one was really around so Hanbin didn’t even try to hide his face, happily making his way to the Nutella section.

There’s only one left. Hanbin smiled widely. “Just my luck then~” But just when his hand reach the Nutella, another one appeared. Hanbin curiously peered towards the owner of those (offensive) hand only to be met with a black mouth masked person. Hanbin raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment anything on it instead he pout and look at the other with a pleading eyes. Idols reputation be damned because Nutella.

“Can I please have this ahjushi?”

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Jongdae lost rock-paper-scissors and so he was the one who needed to drag himself to the store for their late late night movie session snacks, filling his basket with the weirdest stuff imaginable. He feels a little self-conscious going out on his own, even if his manager is waiting in the car outside, and his face is masked and the hood pulled deep over his head.

He's just grabbing the final thing on his list, nutella for Baekhyun as a private joke, when another hand bumps into his. He gets the Nutella jar, quickly hiding it in his basket before looking at the other.

Hanbin was just on his way to the dorm after finishing his composition when he decided to take a long way route to their dorm. Bad choice by the way. He needed to take a fresh air to clear his head a bit and think that a long walk home will be able to do the trick.

As he was walking, the rain suddenly start to fall. Hanbin cursed his luck as he find a place to take shelter. Fortunately there was a park nearby and a place where he can take shelter which he didn’t hesitate to run off to.

He didn’t expect to see anyone there too. At least not that familiar face that he used to see on TV. 

“Sojin sunbaenim?”

She was brought out of her daze by a voice that clashed with the downpour. Looking up to notice a face that looked somewhat familiar to her, but had to look closer to make a connection.

 “Hanbin? What are you–- you’re someone I didn’t expect to see. Here I thought I could get away with being alone in a park once..” She sniffled and lifted a finger to brush at her nose. How embarrassing; for it to be someone she didn’t know all that well to witness her like this. But what could she do about it now? 

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"Dancer and Prancer and G-dragon and Taeyang?” she recited, ticking them off on her fingers while her eyebrows were furrowed in thought. Christmas had always been an enjoyable time of year for the girl but she had never really paid attention to the specifics, especially when it came to carols. “Was I at least close? I know, for a fact, the G-dragon part was right.”

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For Red Velvet’s Dumb Dumb performances the members have been given a slap and click wrist band. Once you hit your wrist with it hard enough, the band snaps closed and remains tightly locked around your arm... At least, that’s what the instructions say. Of course, Joohyun’s malfunctions thirty minutes before the performance, and fear wallows in the pit of her stomach as she looks for the small, yet irreplaceable, prop. 

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