After being swamped by paparazzi and fans, Micha was practically running, trying to avoid more commotion when she all of a sudden crashed into someone. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she remarked in a panicked tone.
he stood leaning against the van door, waiting for some famous person just outside some famous studio where they had been recording for some famous tv show. one week into the job and he was already getting bored with the routine.
after exactly 53 minutes of mind-numbingly boring waiting, the celebrities finally started coming out of the studio. ("why are they always so late," he grumbled bitterly.) as soon as the first idol took a step outside the door, the usual paparazzi and fangirl crowd, which had been idle and relatively quiet until then, sprang to life and swarmed at the entrance. with a loud sigh, jihoo put in his ear buds and blasted his music to block out the ear-piercing screams and closed his eyes to shield them from the blinding flashes of cameras.
he was completely caught up in his music--and the impact was unexpected, to say the very least. instinctively, his hand balled up into a fist. before he could even think it swung and made contact with the cheek of the stranger, as if his fist had a mind of its own.
he realized the situation a split second too late, after the action was very much completed and very much unretractable. jihoo mentally slapped himself repeatedly and had to resist the very strong urge to do the same physically. realizing that his fist was still in contact with the stranger's face, he winced and reluctantly drew back his hand to see the face of---oh shit.