Thirty minutes ago, she thought that a night walk would be the best thing to do. With barely a week to go until “hectic” becomes an understatement to describe her schedule, going out for a relaxing stroll in the quiet parts of Gangnam did seem like the greatest idea–until she felt droplets of water that fell from the sky, onto the bare part of her arms, having been left uncovered by the sleeves of her jacket which were snugly pulled up to her elbows. The rain started light so she decided to take shelter outside a convenience store’s roof but after a few minutes, she found herself waiting under a heavy downpour, her shins now soaked from all the water that bounced off from the sidewalk to her skin. And as if that wasn’t enough, her bladder felt like it was going to burst to a heavy downpour of its own with every passing second that she stood there, shifting her weight from one foot to another–a desperate (and poor) attempt to distract herself from the discomfort.
She bit the inside of her cheeks and exhaled through her nose, now considering possible options (or trying, since her brain seemed to be just screaming for her to let it out): she could wait a little longer, but no one knew exactly when the rain would stop; she could look around for a place that had a restroom, though it would likely be a club or a bar and that wouldn’t be a very good place to go if she was trying to remain discreet; or she could go to a friend’s for help. The last one was obviously the best option, but where and who exactly should she go to for help? Not everyone would be awake at this hour and if they were, they would likely be out, drinking. She continued to shake her legs, her fingers curling against the fabric of her denim shorts as she began to feel pain creeping in the lower part of her abdomen. A lot of idols stayed around Gangnam, but she had to think of the closest one as she didn’t have an umbrella and the time. Super Junior? No, they’re at least five streets away from where she was. Maybe f(x)? But none of them were likely in their dorm at the moment. Think Sooyoung, think. Why did her own dorm have to be the farthest from where she stood? And why on Earth isn’t the rain stopping?
Suddenly, the thought of Red Velvet’s dormitory crossed her mind–almost but not as quickly as she took off, not even minding the rain as it soaked her clothes even further, leaving her body temperature to gradually drop. She knew where their dormitory was from having visited it several times with her groupmates, and it happened to be only a street away. Of course, she wasn’t sure if they were awake, let alone if they were there but at this rate, she really had no choice but to try. The security guard instantly recognized her and apparently didn’t mind that her greeting was a mere bow and soon enough, she was in front of her juniors’ door, desperately ringing the doorbell and hoping that someone would answer quickly.
Wendy liked sitting in the window at night. It was very relaxing, mainly when the weather was rather unpredictable. She liked looking at the night sky, even though stars were a rare sight in the centre of a metropolis like Seoul. If only she could go out into an open field or something, that’d be better. But her life didn’t allow for that anymore. Was it something she’d give up to live as an idol? She’d thought yes, but second guessing was frequent on nights like this. It had started to rain, the other members of her group had gone to bed a while ago, and Wendy was still staring off into the night sky. She liked it when it rained. Or well, she usually did. Mainly late at night. The sound of rain against windows was nice, perhaps even calming. Something Wendy often needed, she had trouble falling asleep.
She however, did not expect someone to ring the doorbell at an ungodly hour like this one. It wasn’t even that late, but they had schedules in the early morning, and most people who would come over knew stuff like that. Nevertheless, she got up, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders as she quietly walked over to the door. Was opening it the best idea? Probably not. But what else could she do, the doorbell was more than likely going to wake her group members. A hand rested on the doorknob as she slowly opened the door, peeking through a small slit into the night. “Ah, sunbaenim-” Wendy blinked, the Girls’ Generation member never being the person she’d expected. She stepped to the side, opening the door further. “Please-- come in, it’s pouring out there..” She crinkled her nose, waiting for Sooyoung to enter before wrapping her blanket around her. “What brings you here..?”
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