jinah had made morning jogs part of her daily routine whenever she had the chance, needless to say with much persistence to get herself out of bed at an early hour. and while running alone was an effective way to clear her mind, sometimes she’d take her dog along with her or maybe even call up a friend to meet her at the park if they’re willing to make the effort; a little company couldn’t hurt, could it?
on this particular morning, she glances at the kitchen clock before heading out— 7:15 AM, not too shabby. she finally sets out to face the july sun, tugging her dog along with her by his leash. luckily the park isn’t just a few blocks away from her apartment but it makes for a nice walk. the dog runs ahead as soon as they arrive at the park, forcing her to break into a steady jog to keep up, while she looks around at the few others there. in fact, she’s just about to run past someone when all of the sudden he stumbles and falls over, causing her to slow down.
“are you alright?” she asks, catching up to him. she extends a hand to help him up and she feels quite bad for adding to his embarrassment, but the whole scene is too funny for her to possibly stay quiet. “it wasn’t thatbad… you’re lucky you didn’t get hurt!”
{H}e takes her hand and stands up slowly, brushing himself off. A faint blush has collected in his cheeks and a shy smile across his lips. He typically was not this clumsy, but he had a hard time dodging the tree branch in the path.
Chuckling quietly, he replied, “I’m alright.” His cheeks are burning up as he tries to think of something to say when he hears her reassuring words. “Yeah, I’m lucky. I don’t know what Starship Entertainment would do if I injured myself. I probably would be in a lot of trouble!” That didn’t even occur to him until he said it: he would gotten into a lot of trouble. He shook his head, trying to brush the thought aside.
He kneels down next to her dog, smiling wider. He was always fond of dogs and always wanted him, but unfortunately, ever since becoming a trainee, he didn’t have time for them. “What kind of dog is yours? He’s cute. I mean, is it a he? Or a she? Are they friendly?” He holds his hand out, ready to pet, but ready to take it back if she says it isn’t okay