"I need to get out of here, now." (too many over eager fans moment lets go!)
There were excited fans that were near DESPERATE to meet the kumiho, as well as all those like them within the industry. There was give and take to the life of an IDOL, and that was true from Deities to K-Pop. For every offering of adoration, for every well wish, for every sign of support...there were also hidden dangers from those that might have malicious intent. Even if no ordinary human would have been a match for either himself or A-Yeong in a physical altercation, it was of the UTMOST IMPORTANCE for them to avoid that sort of scene by any means necessary.
The tone in A-Yeong's voice had the monk meeting their gaze instantly. The urgency of the matter was conveyed quietly enough to not raise suspicions from others around them, but the message was received loud and clear by Bu-Young.
Masterfully trained eyes scanned the immediate area and spotted the car that they needed to get to which would be taking them from the fan meet. After delegating their getaway to the dark vehicle that was idling on the side of the road, he mapped the route from there, to where he and A-Yeong stood. In just a few split seconds, he had taken note of the spacing between people, the way that their forms moved and how their weight shifted on their feet.
"Excuse me...!" he attempted to talk over their requests for pictures and autographs, "Your support means everything, and you have their gratitude, but I'm afraid we must leave as we're on a tight schedule."
When that didn't seem to fully work, only ridding the way of a couple fans that were decent enough to get out of the way, the monk took a deep breath and sighed before cracking his neck somewhat and muttering to himself mostly. "Alright, then...if the roar of the tiger proves ineffective, all that remains is the power of the claws...or the speed of the retreat."
The first step that he took was removing his suit jacket and draping it over A-Yeong. He figured it would block the kumiho's senses and give them a chance to calm while also blocking the view of any cameras that might try to capture their distress. Once the coat was covering A-Yeong well enough, Bu-Young spoke quietly to them. He leaned down some to speak to A-Yeong.
"Keep your head down, follow exactly where I guide you...I'll keep you safe."
Wrapping his arm around A-Yeong (or rather, the coat-covered idle now), his gaze sharpened and his muscles fell effortlessly into the memory of his training to avoid and evade. He surged forward with the kumiho still held securely at his side, taking quick and small steps, while using his free arm to create a small barricade of sorts between the two of them and those they were moving through. Weaving and sidestepping, using other people's swaying to his advantage, he was able to move with enough swiftness that the fans were legitimately confused until they heard the car door opening.
Bu-Young had opened the door and as the fans all turned their way, he ushered A-Yeong into the car and got in afterwards, quickly closing the door, locking all of the doors, and telling the driver to pull away as quickly as possible.
Only after they were well enough away and could breathe easier once more, Bu-Young reached out to A-Yeong and moved to gently lower the borrowed suit coat from where it was still draped on their head. Once he could see their face, his brows furrowed softly.
"...Are you alright?"
