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@jimin p. Chaeyoung stared somewhat in disbelief as the orange haired figure pulled off his sunglasses and revealed a face she had never expected to bump into - Jimin. Park freaking Jimin. She wasn't sure if it made this whole thing funny, or down right ridiculous. Not to mention cold.

"I'm - I'm very cold and as an already cold person, I may get hypothermia." Chae stated, deadpan. "Do I even want to know why you're wearing sunglasses in a movie theatre?"

She shivered unintentionally, frozen fingers brushing her hair out of her eyes as she looked down at the spill and the state of her clothing. She heaved a sigh, beginning to the hoodie, wearing her oversized thermal beneath - though it was a shade of grey instead of her usual black. The cola hadn't soaked through, thankfully, but she was still cold. Her hair was protected by the cloth, though her phone in the pocket hadn't been as lucky. Tugging the device from the hoodie pocket, she groaned when the soda dripped off the silvery android. Trying the buttons, it gave a weak glowy hum, only to die moments later. Closing her eyes, she exhaled through her nose - this day, she concluded, was the /worst/ day she'd had in months. And that was saying a lot.

Gaze flitting back to his, Chae bit her lip, unsure what to say. Was this his fault? Not really, nor was she one to blame anybody for accidents, but she was phoneless at a theatre without a coat now. Her manager would kill her if she got sick dead in the middle of promotions. Her members would be disappointed. She'd mess up everything. Running a hand over her eyes, the anxiety and overwhelming workload pressed on her shoulders once again, and she sighed. "Its fine - I'll just catch a cab home, don't worry about me, ok?"

@chaeyoung. p Pre-ordering tickets, getting to the cinema FAR before it was even his time to arrive, and even out all of the diet soda they had. Diet. Managers said that a 'diet' was going to happen, so he assumes that 'diet' Coke was fine. The city was cold, with an overcast that preludes the upcoming downpour - maybe it was good he had gotten there so early... A mere shrug, and he's going for his eighth refill, his bladder begging that no, he didn't, stop it, get some help. With quick bathroom business, he's grabbing his final snacks, shoving the receipt into his pocket and zooming towards the showing.

It was dark, so dark that he could only make out the proper outline of the lights on the geometric designed carpeting, with the barely lit luminescence filling the theater - it all led to disaster. No matter! Taking the steps two at a time, he cuts across the seats, not noticing that there was a girl on the other side and -- crap.

His drink was spilled.

His bladder was saved.

"I am so- so sorry," He whispers in a rush, setting down what was left of his drink and his almost spilled popcorn - now THAT would've been a catastrophe. "Oh god," He breathes, taking out his phone to shine light on that-- Wait a second. Jimin's eyes widen, jaw dropping slightly as his light fits up under her hoodie. He probably looks like a douchebag, what with his sunglasses....... In a .... Movie theater. Slowly, he pulls them off, revealing a- hopefully- familiar face to her. "I can pay for that-- Do you want my jacket?"

@jimin p. (This is crap omg I'm sorry)

Chaeyoung was never very fond of crowded spaces, but there was one place that was her given to the discomfort of too many people in too small a place - the cinema. It was always full and loud and crowded, but seeing a new movie she couldn't wait for on a screen bigger then their dorm was something she loved. It was worth the momentary discomfort before finding a seat.

But today, it seemed, was not going to be that simple. It started with the rain, making the petite girl clad in all black, including a face mask, sticky with the humidity and uncomfortable as she trudged along under her Disney umbrella. By the time she reached the cinema she felt oddly damp from the weather, hidden behind the mask and hood as she went to the ticket machine and purchased the things she wanted. Nothing much, she smuggled her own candy inside, she just needed her ticket and drink. But the soda machine was out of diet; with an exasperated sigh, Chae simply ignored the inconvenience and went without. But if things couldn't possibly get worse, on her way up the steps to the back seats, someone had to walk into her, carrying something very cold and very wet.

Jolting away from the spill, Chae's hoodie clung to her frame, soaked through. Biting back her frustration, she looked up to meet the eyes of the one she'd walked into, a mixture of anger and embarrassment in her gaze.

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