It is crazy how someone can get so overworked at such a young age. With her balancing work and uni just starting and her neighbor ruining her sleep with his weird night routines everything was a big hot mess. She looked okay, with the right amount of make up and flawless styling, but everyone who would run into her before she had her double espresso was out of luck. Not only was she never paying attention to anything when walking the streets ( I mean what is more important, that delicious cup toast or everyone else out there?), you also weren’t supposed to mess with her because she could be such a bitch(definitely not her words). So when she was so focused on eating that toast and having it finished before reaching the Imperial Palace Hotel, she did not see the young man walking on opposite direction. And he, glued to his phone, did not see her coming either. This naturally resulted into her toast on the pavement, his phone right next to it (but thankfully it landed on the toast so it wasn’t broken just covered in cheese and egg) and two bewildered young people.
“Don’t you have eyes? God, there goes my breakfast. Thanks a bunch.”
It was Tuesday, the only time of the week for this month of August where he wasn’t in practice, where he wasn’t hurrying to go to a schedule, where he wasn’t just waking up late from accidentally dozing off at the dorm again. The idol life wasn’t as exciting as it seems when he’s done it for a few years now, but this was his destiny unfolding and who was he to deny its progress. Its consequences often entailed a sacrifice many do not appreciate easily-- a normal life. Yes, he who could easily contact different artists both in and out of his agency could still feel lonely at times despite the circumstances. Being at the dorm with then 12 people, reduced to 11, then to 10 and eventually to 9, he slowly felt the need to be in touch with his old pals, to his old friends whom he was certain would be permanent in his life.
So when his friends messaged him to go hurry and pick up some food so they could spend the day together for a movie marathon, he didn’t hesitate from hiding his identity in the streets. It was a busy district after all, and no one would expect an idol like him to walk at this time of the day with absolutely no make up on (as if make up was even a “necessity” for him). But once he crossed the street, the events took place too fast that he only saw his phone slipping off his hands from the collision he didn’t see was coming.
“Hey watch where you’re-” The tone that woman had on her struck a nerve on him, but he didn’t reprimand her. Instead, his eyes widened upon seeing the phone vibrating on top of the bread, drizzled in melted cheese and nearly swimming in that perfectly done egg. “M-My i- My iPhone,” he spoke in stammers just as he reached out to grab it, wiping incessantly. “D-Do you have tissues? Wet wipes? Come on, help me out here!”
