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Another day, another show. Wheein had to admit that she definitely missed promoting, but she didn’t miss the price for the lack of sleep that came with it. Though, the cameras, the outfits, being able to perform for fans; that all made it worth it. Seeing lit up radishes left adrenaline in Wheein’s very bones. The brunette’s chest was warm with affection, regardless of her lungs fighting for air. Her orbs took in the sight of green and white in the crowd, and the cheers that followed the end of their performance.
She took a swig of water, curiously looking to her members as they rambled about the performance and fans. They looked to be on the very same high as herself, but while they got ready to go home for rest, Wheein would be doing something entirely different. They watched the other groups promoting, singing along to the songs, dancing in place, up to the usual antics the beagle group was notorious for. At the end, the members retreated to the van excluding the brunette. She waved goodbye and made her way to her usual get-away.
Since her younger days prior to debuting, Wheein sought out a specific diner as her escape. It was the only place that really brought her comfort. Especially when her dissociation got bad. A soft sigh of relief slid through her lips when the diner was in view, and it was then that she realized she hadn’t even bothered to change clothes. Red shorts still were snug against her thighs, and she wore a black hoodie over the top. Wheein, you idiot.
The familiar sound of the door that was to notify a customer, rang in the young girl’s ears and she felt the strain of idol life simply evaporate. Here, Wheein wasn’t a member of Mamamoo. She wasn’t an idol who endorsed food, or clothing, or god knows what. She was simply Jung Wheein.
That’s how she liked it.
Wheein always sat in a specific booth; it was closest to where the owners were, because after all-- she considered herself good friends with both. Especially the younger of the two. The brunette flopped onto the seat of the booth, slumping forward onto the table with an over-exaggerated whine.
“Hey, gorgeous, come give Wheeinie a little bit of attention?” called out the young girl, though it was slightly muffled with her face flat into the table. Regardless, her tone was laced with affection.