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Finally, after a month of not talking to certain people because of her promotions, she had the chance to be social and actually have proper talks through texts with the people she has missed or hasn't talked to in a long time. It was all thanks to her promotions finally after ending and she had some free time to herself before starting to prepare for future stuff. The past month, In the midst of schedules, she would only give short answers and only give proper answers in the middle of the night when people were sleeping and she was wide awake because of practices or late-night schedules; either way, Chaeyeong has forgotten how to be social.

The singer was sitting on a passenger’s seat, waiting for her manager ( who was also her driver ) to come and take her to her house while her phone was in her hands. It’s been a month since she has messaged to some people and she felt bad for it. And partly, she was blaming her schedules which required her full attention. Looking at certain male’s name, the brunette female pressed her lips together after licking them quickly and she finally, after staring at the name for a few seconds, she decided to type some kind of message to him.

"This stays between us."

Good. Because he owns no intention nor plans of exposing this traumatizing incident with the female idol to anyone else. Even to his closest friends. The whole night with her is a wave of awkwardness and misfortunes. Them missing the midnight bus wasn’t enough; there had to be a bliss of rain to pour and drench every fiber of their existence. And the moment they found a shelter to spent the night, those conservative homeowners only wanted a couple as a guest to share their spare bedroom. Of course, they had to pretend; for the sake of survival. They spent the first three hours of the night together in a single bedㅡ discomfort and awkward is all over the place. Eventually, Yohan call it ‘enough’ and walked out. In the end, he made refuge on the homeowner’s wooden couch.

The next morning, that was her introduction. Yohan could only sigh, blowing her bangs off his annoyed face. “I don’t want to talk about this ever again, understood?”

All she'd wanted to do was go on her usual evening walks. It's the only form of exercise she actually enjoys, not to mention the activity calms her down. She's become pretty bold about it, too, since she very seldom gets recognised as long as she looks casual and she's not wearing any makeup. The live in manager unnie always warned her about going out alone, but the stubborn part of her just chose to sneak out whenever she can.

The previous night had been a complete mess. She hadn't checked the weather forecast, and so more than a simple walk, she'd found herself exploring the city outskirts. Mina had been having a less than stellar week, and she needed some quiet time, but then she was completely surprised when the rain just started pouring hard. Bumping into Yohan at the stop - seeing a friendly face - that put her in a better mood briefly, at least until they both realised that the transportation they were waiting for was not coming.

It was the male's idea to seek refuge at a local house, and she'd just gone along. The awkwardness at having to share the same room - the same bed even, had them both on edge and she had been eternally grateful when, without needing to be told, he'd quietly taken a pillow with him and proceeded to go sleep outside.

Still, Mina had barely slept a wink; it felt strange being in a stranger's house, not to mention she knew she was going to be in big trouble because of this. Instead, she'd spent the hours coming up with a plausible story as to what happened with her - a story the managers will be told so she can get off as easy as she can. What she had in mind still needed a few tweaks, but first she needed to make sure that the music producer wasn't going to blow her cover.

“we do need money, but m’not gonna have your dirty fingerprints all over my damn gun if y’plan on shootin’ yourself an’ blamin’ it all on me. it won’t be nice for the two of us. y’know why? ‘cos first of all i’m broke. second of all, you’ll probably end up in the hospital with the fuckin’ bullet wedged into who knows where. three, the money you’ll get will probably be used to pay your fuckin’ hospital bill. what did y’think? first thought, best thought? that’s usually the case if you’re in a life-or-death situation. not the best case when you’re alive an’ then you’re plannin’ to possibly kill yourself in the process. nope.” she shakes her head. “if y’can think of another method then i advice you t’think about it first an’ then stick with that plan. this plan? you’ll probably start cryin’ when the trigger is a foot away or somethin’.” she takes a deep breath, shaking her head.