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She usually did not mind the rain at all, but today, she had her guitar with her. The instrument was strapped to her back, in its case, but she was afraid of it getting wet. The rain poured down in threatening rivulets against the tightly woven material of the case and Sehyun uncomfortably looked around for shelter. No one had told her that it was going to rain, and no one she knew was in a distance where they could drive to get her.
Platinum locks matted to her head, turning a dull grayish hue from the weight of the water. She ducked underneath a tree and there were still drops of water falling, yet much less. She exhaled in relief before checking to see if her guitar was okay. So wound up in her thoughts, she had not noticed the presence of someone else nearby.
Sehyun gasped quietly as her turn caused the guitar to hit the man lightly.
“Oh— sorry. I didn’t see you there,” she apologized. It’s in the worry for her guitar that she held back the insulting remark that could have come out. “Ah, no one told me it was going to rain. This sucks.”
She did not even have a jacket with her (nor did she even own an umbrella; her band-mates usually provided that for her), but all she seemed to care about was her guitar being alright.
When was it going to stop?
