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Han Chorong was caught in something of a dramatic showing. She stomped around the backstage halls, head bowed, lips curled into a malleable frown. She pursed them together into a wavy line, sucking in the bottom one when she tried not to huff out a sob. Had no one known of her situation, they could have presumed she was dealing with a great deal of grief prior to a loss. In a way, she was. She didn’t consider herself an ugly crier. As a master of the art, she thought by now she would have it down how to do so in a classy way. Like a movie star or an elegant older idol like Ladybug. Sadly, it wasn’t the case. Her shoulders started shaking and her face scrunched up.
She stood in the threshold of the dressing room, holding everyone up. If she didn’t snap out of it now, things would never progress. But if she could, perhaps ㅡ maybe get her head all the way inside, she could see if her missing charm somehow ended up in another person’s dressing room.
She exhaled a sigh and scurried out of the way when a staff member shooed her off. It was soon after she found herself walking in tandem with another idol with whom she considered possessing a kind face. Chorong’s eyes fixed themselves on her face for a moment too long and she nearly plummeted into a door. ( She briefly forgot that one had to open them. They would not just slide out of the way like they did in her dreams. )
But how could she think straight when her Miffy was gone? Her precious Miffy, the classic white one ㅡ fitted with a tiny pink dress she sloppily put together and a barrette on one of the ears ( not an easy trinket to miss ), was gone. She frantically combed through her purse where she usually left her. Gone.
“Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could help me with something! If you’re not busy. M...” Her pupils shook. Oh no. She didn’t remember her name. Not in a panicked state like this. “If you help me look for it, I’ll buy you a lunch... Two lunches!”