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@chaeyoung. p [ SHORT AF OOPS IM SO SO SORRY ;;;;; ]

He tugs the jacket around her form to fit her shoulders and he brings the hood up, hiding her face, profile, and any definitely facial features. Junmyeon wanted to buy her as much anonymity as he could right now - he could careless what paparazzi had in store for him, because SM entertainment was a PR train wreck to begin with. Although, he forfeited a moment of concern for amusement in the moment she she reaches for his hair and her candidness is well received - if anything, Junmyeon appreciates it after the longest day of mannerisms, greetings, and being politically correct. As much as he loves the business of being in the spotlight for his talents, the added burden of being prim or proper gets in the way of fully enjoying his job. He cracks a wide smile and shakes his head, "You're not the first drunk call I've gotten - may as well start calling me the Idol Safety patrol." It brings a huff of laughter bubbling up, and he offers a hand to the younger.

"Don't mention it. I live nearby, and just brought home members from our own comeback dinner. I had half a beer after dinner, so welcome to the club," He chuckles softly. He wasn't tipsy, and didn't feel much other than the aftertaste still lingering on his tongue. Offering her a hand as he takes a step back from the swing, he invites her to come along - the rain had picked up lightly and his perm now had flattened somewhat, damn and straightening. "C'mon, let's get going. Feeling hungry?"

@junmyeon k. Chaeyoung hung her head when the dead silence of the park enveloped her. Eyes fluttering between closed and hooded, she held the hem of her skirt in her hands - pale, cold hands. Those made up press on nails; god, she hated the nails. Their comeback had been such a success, but it'd involved so much excessive grooming and sleepless nights. She loved it; she hated it. A double sided coin, a vicious monster that only reared it's head when, times like this, made her think.

She knew how disappointed her team would be should someone see her, snap a candid shot, notice that BlackPink's Rosé was sitting there, cold and damp in a part after midnight. It even sounded horrible to her, and she'd done it. But she couldn't change it now, she'd been too stubborn as always and landed herself in this lovely predicament.

She heard the car roll up to a stop, a very fancy car nonetheless. Glancing up, she tucked her hair - and those bangs she hated - behind her ear. Biting her inner cheek, Chae watched with hazed eyes as he jogged over, tossing the warm jacket over her shoulders - momentarily she took in the scent, guys always smelled so good; or maybe that was the soju talking. She still registered the tone of concern in the elder, quickly shaking her head - and instantly regretting it as she gripped the chain of the swing to steady her spinning vision. "No - no, I'm not hurt, I'm just… dizzy." She spoke, voice strained as her teeth chattered. Looking up once again, rather quickly she noticed the… odd state of Junmyeon's hair. "I - your hair, what even…" She raised a hand to touch said poofy locks, hastily pulling it back, aware of how her filter, her manners, were basically gone, even with the minimal amount of alcohol in her body.

Still, her cold hands clasped together as she bowed her head slightly. "I'm sorry for bothering you. It - was an accident on my part."

@chaeyoung. p "I'll be back soon!" He calls behind him as he returns to his car, parked in the parking lot of the apartment complex garage. Junmyeon was no stranger to late nights because—especially for their most recent comeback—he lost a lot of sleep over vocal rehearsals, making sure his lines were as emotive as he wanted, and by sharpening his dance skills. Most nights, he got the chance to be up with other group members and other nights seemed lonely as he lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, fearing what would become of the group this time. Every comeback was laced with fear, especially with regards to what drama was going to tag along with it.

This late night was certainly... different. The number that had flashed across his phone as he was driving a few bandmates back home from a celebration dinner was a concerning sign: acquaintances don't call this late for anything good. Chaeyoung didn't sound good at all, and from what he gathered, she was at a local playground, meant to call her manager, and sounded intoxicated. He didn't dare think of leaving her for any longer than he could because as safe as any residential area could get, god forbid that something happens this one time.

The sleek Mercedes pulls up to the familiar playground Junmyeon's found himself at so many times before and he sees the silhouette, and he makes a grab for the jacket Minseok left in the shotgun seat. "Chaeyoung!" Throwing open the car door (keys in his hand), Junmyeon wastes no time jogging to the younger idol and envelopes her in the warm jacket. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, right?" He didn't mind the rain so much, it was only a drizzle and he would happily bare with it for a few seconds if it meant the shivering younger would be alright. He peers at her, concern pouring from beneath his ridiculous hairdo - those fluffy waves he had to keep for the first few day of his comeback, when his hair in actuality was pin-straight.

@junmyeon k. It started as nothing but a wrong number on Chaeyoung's part, a number she had in her phone, given to her from a friend of a friend, but never had actually called - nor really planned to. It wasn't that Chae didn't think he'd be a nice person, surely she'd seen him around, at events, on TV, but there was a sliver of intimidation that had always lingered in her mind whenever she saw the number labeled 'Junmyeon' in her phone. It was unjustified intimidation, honestly, she had nothing to back it up, but it was just there… or at least it was there.

It was entirely her own fault. The girls had told her not to go out so late, not to try to walk home after a night with some of her friends at a barbeque restaurant - which hadn't lacked soju either. Chae was well aware of her terrible direction skill, and when she stumbled upon the same park for the fifth time, she concluded it'd be best to just call someone to pick her up. Unfortunately for her, the numbers blurred together in her hazy intoxicated state and that number she'd never planned to call wound up ringing. And he'd answered. Babbling out a request to pick her up, she had already hung up when she realized the number wasn't their manager. The feeling of cold water dropping over her sent chills down her spine as she slumped into one of the swings, blinking heavily as the leaves rustled in the breezes.

Well… there was no turning back now.

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