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Under the light of a street lamp, the bleary late-night scenery shrouded in a thin layer of fog looked almost artistic, almost beautiful, but Moonjin wasn't out to admire those small pieces of land not veiled in darkness – would never grant himself the luxury of wasting time like that, not without a proper excuse he could bring himself to believe in. In fact, it was his sense of duty that had caused him to ditch the cozy warmth of Impulse's dorm for these winter winds pelting his face as he ran harder to forget the cold and those nagging thoughts telling him that a day spent exclusively in the studio probably didn't match Gold Star's idea of staying fit. (A euphemism for not gaining weight everyone was sufficiently aware of.)
The next time he stopped to catch his breath, he wasn't alone anymore – and had it been just a single person, he might not have thought much of it, for he knew that there were plenty of reasons for other individuals to be up and about at this hour, as he himself had considered stopping by a 24-hour convenience store for a smoothie mere seconds ago, but what inevitably caught his attention was the fact that it was a woman who looked vaguely familiar walking on her own, followed by someone else in what Moonjin assumed was supposed to be a surreptitious manner. Perhaps he was just seeing things, or interpreting too much into something completely normal, a coincidence – it had been a long day, he couldn't cross out the possibility. However, the concept of hoping for the best was foreign to him, so simply letting them be while drowning his worries in optimism he didn't actually possess was out of the question.
Therefore, he decided it was safest to step in, for even if it turned out to be an idol couple secretly trying to make their way to a hotel room or anything equally unlikely but possible, he could always just apologize and leave, then instead of now. Better be safe than sorry. Pulling out his phone, he opened a blank page of his memos and quickly typed in a message: 'You're being followed. Are you okay?', before changing the direction of his steps but keeping the pace until he reached the young woman. Realization dawned upon him only when he was already standing in front of her – it was Jung Sooah, a fellow idol indeed –, but for the moment, he chose not to let it show. It didn't really change anything, after all, and he was trying not to draw any unnecessary attention. “Excuse me,” he started, holding out his phone towards her, “Could you tell me where this is?”