@90rhys에 유성이 표시됩니다! (근원)
instinct tells rhys to pin a protective arm around the younger idol’s shoulder- but he refrains. it would make the situation a thousand times worse, undoubtedly. adding fuel will only cause the fire to burn brighter. “i think so.” he says through gritted teeth, scared to turn back and look for himself. scared to somehow look guilty- because despite the fact yorae is too young and too female to be rhys’ type, he supposes they don’t know that.
he doesn’t know if they’re his fans or hers. it doesn’t matter. following people and making them afraid isn’t how you treat the people you admire and care for.
“we’re near legion. i think our best bet is to just head there and leave separately. i guess bulgogi will have to wait.”
anxiety is no stranger to her. in fact, it is so familiar an acquaintance that perhaps it even manifests itself in her very form - between each of her fingers and toes and eyelashes. if someone, anyone were to ask her why she becomes so nervous about everything, she would tell half a lie - i don’t know, she would say. and while in the instance that only the surface is considered, this is not a lie, at the core of her soul, she knows the truth. it was her upbringing, even before the death of her father, that ingrained this demeanor of reluctant paranoia within her bones.
surely, any single person would be fearful upon noticing that they are being followed by strangers. but to yorae, this alarm increases tenfold. she’s trembling, absentmindedly getting closer to rhys in attempt to grasp some tangible sense of protection to put her at ease. much like her senior, she refuses to look backward - aside from frightened glances through the corners of her doelike eyes. aside from this exception, sienna hues, widened with fear, are trained forward. her voice is a whisper, an explosion of hope quaking her chest as she can see the ever-polished glass of the uniquely-shaped headquarters just beyond the upward curve of the street.
it may be irrational for her to be so afraid; for it was more than likely that all their stalkers wished for was a picture or autograph. but even then, that is only likely, and not certain. it’s happened before; idols being caught by sasaengs in public and the situation escalating to levels that make yorae even further uncomfortable ( which should not be humanly possible at this rate, though the mind knows no limits, ) even just thinking about it. the female, not thinking of being caught in a rumor, pins herself to rhys’ side, her lithe yet somewhat willowy body shaken like a rose petal in a windstorm.
“okay,” she manages to say solidly, jaw set and eyes threatening to spill tears. why are you so scared? she asks herself, though the answer comes near instantaneously. they’ve been followed for blocks, and by now, she feels like prey stalked by a predator. what are they waiting for? what do you want?
just then, she hears a shrill call from behind her, and her clutch upon the older’s arm becomes lethal - her manicured nails perhaps bruising crescents into his skin, if not now, then soon. “oppa -” she sputters, not realizing, “i’m scared.”
luckily, she’s not even hungry anymore.
