Going around in circles in attempt to hide from the girls who's been following him nonstop, Chanyeol has become really exhausted, he looked around and spotted a young male, not taller than him but definitely not short. "Hey, excuse me, can you pretend to be my companion for a second?" He didn't wait for the answer and just stood beside the other, adjusting his mask and sunglasses to hide his face, pretending that he was talking to the stranger. "Thank you! They're finally gone!"
I hadn't particularly been paying attention to anyone around me, despite the influx of excitement bubbling out of one crowd, nagging at the corner of my attention unsuccessfully. This is my excuse for the way I jumped, startled, by the man suddenly talking to me. I hadn't picked up on his awareness of me, and so he had not stood out to me, and at first, I didn't particularly regard him as talking to me, but his voice had garnered my sudden attention and as I looked up towards him, I realised he was staring at me expectantly. He was taller than me, somewhat, and companioned with an abnormally low voice, I felt slightly intimidated but squared my shoulders loosely as not to show this, blinking at him with my pallidly colourless eyes staring straight through the screen of his glasses. I had scarcely opened my mouth to speak, when he spoke again, and I took to glancing around us, perplexed. The mask, the avoidance of people, the low voice - I pondered for a moment as these small details began to titter into place. "Am I talking to a fugitive?"
