* HIMCHAN.
[ … ]
“I’m not famous enough to have stalkers,” he insists, although that wasn’t quite true. His dealing with the dead had earned him a couple stalkers once or twice - but never teenagers in uniforms traveling in packs like ravenous wolves. “This is clearly because you’re with me.”
he grips her elbow, steering her for a nearby shop full of antiques in hopes to shake off the teenies. “let’s hide out in here for awhile.”
The moment her protest leaves her mouth she immediately regrets it. Unless a band of tittering high schoolers is his usual lot, they’re undoubtedly her fans. Real smart, Ji. Assuming the hoodie would be a good enough disguise was a mistake— any dedicated fan would recognize her visible features in an instant, if their current situation is of any indication.
Their steps are brisk- hers a little more frantic at the thought of rumors that might stem from being seen with him. The hand on her elbow meets no resistance, her face scrunched with worry as they escape into the confines of the store. Fortunately enough the shelf by the door serves as a proper fortress from prying eyes; she’s forced to tiptoe slightly as she peeks out to ensure their safety. As soon as the crowd sweeps in the opposite direction, relief seeps into her features, and she turns with a smile that’s more apologetic than anything else. “I feel awful for dragging you into this- y’think they recognized us?” The ‘us’ is more of a hasty case of formality (then again, he did mention that he was somewhat famous, so what did she know?).