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Everyone knows that she’s hardly the most tech savvy person out there. If it isn’t the iPhone that can be found clutched within her grasp most of the time or buried somewhere in one of her bags, then chances are she has no clue how to work it, nor would she really try to learn. 

But even despite this she still has a laptop computer, and when she comes to find it won’t function properly one day, the woman becomes completely beside herself with what to do. Chaerin did good to get the damn thing on and find the internet browser, after that, she was lost. Thankfully she knew that there were people who specialized in fixing these things, so a quick search on her phone provided her with the results she needed, and she scheduled a quick home consultation in no time. All that was left to do, was wait. 

It’s on the couch that she waits with her feet pulled beneath her, the laptop resting on the coffee table in front of her as she idly messes with her phone. The bell goes off and she practically flies off the plush cushions, throwing the door open with a smile, despite her slightly disheveled appearance. 

❝ You must be uh.. The computer person, right? I’m Chaerin, please come in! I need your help! ❞

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    Despite her current shock, Xena managed to clear her throat and speak out to the woman, flashing her a bright smile. ❝ Yes, I’m the...computer person. Well, computer tech, if you will. I know who you are! I’m...a big fan, honestly.❞ She mumbled the last part of the sentence, rubbing the back of her neck lightly.      Adjusting the sling of her messenger bag around her shoulder, she looked around the residence in curiosity, tilting her head to the side. ❝ Please, enlighten me...what’s goin’ on with your computer, mm? ❞ Being a loyal gizibe that she was, she would’ve made a comment about the other having, perhaps, trouble with social media or a webcam being a USB, but she wasn’t close to the woman - although that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be, eventually.      What was wrong with her? FRIENDS, with Lee Chaerin?! That was absurd...the woman probably would forget her face and name as soon as she left. Bummer. Befriending your idol must be the hardest task to accomplish. 

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   Somedays, in Xena’s line of work, her company would get occasional house calls, to where any lucky employee gets to escape out of the confines of the office life, to that of a residence of, perhaps the most boring PC gamer out there in Seoul, or, perhaps, even an idol.     She’d been chosen to head out this time around, and, oddly, not given any true context on the customer for this time. Not that she necessarily cared for the time being, she’d find out when she’d arrived. Plus, who cared? The point was getting the hell out of the office.     Eventually, she pulled up to the address in the company car, adjusting her hoodie once she got out. A plus of her company, was that she had no uniform regulation. She took out her backpack full of equipment, slinging it over her shoulder and heading towards the door. Clearing her throat lightly, she rang the doorbell, looking off around the entrance, impressed with the beauty of it. Someone either famous or rich lives here.     The next question she was going to mentally ask herself was immediately answered once a certain silver-haired idol opened the door, all that made Xena’s heart freeze into place.     Lee Chaerin. CL. The Baddest fuckin’ Female in all of the world. Oh my god.

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He knows he started way too late, but it didn’t help that gift giving wasn’t exactly his forte. The scissors are still gliding across the wrapping paper when he hears the sound of the door, and with several muttered curses he can only finish it and fold the paper over it, slapping as many pieces of tape to keep it in place as possible. It’s only halfway wrapped, but unless someone picked it up and turned it over, they wouldn’t be able to see what it was right off the bat. 

In his haste to stand up Mino stomps on one of the rolls of tape, and it sticks to his socks as he hurriedly shuffles to the front door. His place isn’t that large– enough for himself and another person to stay in should someone need a place to crash– so the space is cleared in no time, and he’s swinging the door open as he smiles at the revealed female in his typical fashion. 

❝ Come in! Hurry, before we freeze to death! Here, let me take those too. ❞ He gives her no time to complain before he’s reaching down, taking a few of the bags from her hands. ❝ I made some hot chocolate, but I’m not entirely sure how hot it is anymore. ❞

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        She can’t help but giggle at his appearance, especially the tape that suddenly got stuck to his sock. As always, he was such an adorable man that never failed to make her smile. ❝ You got somethin’ on your sock, Mino. ❞ She teased, blinking in surprise once he immediately reached out and snatched the gift bags she’d been carrying. ❝ Oh, thank you! You’re always such a sweetheart, mm. ❞         Feirah moved inside, moving to press a kiss to his cheek. ❝ It’s really nice to see you again, I missed you. ❞ She began, taking her coat off and placing it on the side of the couch. Her eyes lingered around his living room, taking in the familiar space, her fingers drumming away at her sides.          ❝ Hot chocolate? That sounds delicious! But, ah, no matter, if it isn’t warm anymore, that’s what microwaves are for, right? ❞

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       Feirah rushed along the busy sidewalks of Seoul, carrying a couple of gift bags alongside. The feel of Christmas buzzed everywhere she went, which kept a light joy in the air that was shared by all the citizens that roamed about. If she wasn’t going to see Mino, she’d probably stop to ‘smell the roses’ and enjoy the scenery around her, but it’d been a few days since she last saw the man, and she wished to lay her eyes on him, as soon as possible.         She arrived after the length of Michael Bublé’s ‘It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas’ in her earbuds, giving herself the time to pause and put them away, grinning to herself. The crisp, gentle wind blew against her face and caused a barely-noticeable flush of her pale cheeks and nose, which she hoped he wouldn’t really notice once he opened the door. Oh, the door! Right.         Clearing her throat, she knocked three times and awaited the answer, glancing down at the gifts she’d gotten him, hoping he’d enjoy them once he opened them. 

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