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[♔] It’s one of her rare days off and she puts the finishing touches of her makeup on her over-extended eyelashes - one last whiff of mascara and she deems the shimmer that falls off her eyeshadow to be perfect before she shuts her compact mirror and the brush of black formula, stuffing both into her purse before she slings it over her shoulder. A new day, a new chance to catch up with her friends and just be herself, given that she doesn’t get noticed by some die-hard fans who…apparently don’t like the concept of privacy.

The ride to the apartment complex takes a fair amount of time and she has the time to think of what excuses to blurt out when a friend asks why she’s not settling down like the rest of them, or why she hasn’t been answering their calls, and right when she thinks of the perfect answer to the first inquisition, she hears their grumpy manager break her thoughts to announce their arrival.

“Reminder to self,” she thinks. “Buy manager a cup of coffee when leaving the house before 3PM.”

With a respectful bow of her head and friendly wave, she sends off the middle-aged man and escorts herself to the secluded building. The stairs are ever so familiar and when she reaches the first floor where her friends are surely awaiting, her phone beeps and Sojin checks it with a slight feeling of contempt building in her stomach - never good. The screen reveals itself to show a long text that ends with a “sorry” from her acquaintance and, great, there goes her plans for the day.

She finds her way out and just before she’s about to pass the last door on the floor, the door opens and she sees a cylindrical figure falling, and right when the clattering sound is supposed to appear, there’s nothing but the heavy breathing of both parties and the tweeting of birds outside that remain ignorant to the scene inside the building’s walls. 

“You…almost dropped this.” Her voice is breathless and she’s caught off-guard at the situation, a nervous smile crawling up her lips as she turns her eyes to the man in front of her. A voice in her head compliments the long locks of hair that seem to be in better condition than her own.