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@jennie kim. Running a hand through his sweaty hair, Rowoon couldn't keep his eyes off the clock hanging off the wall in FNC's practice center. It had honestly felt like he and the rest of s had been rehearsing for 24 hours straight, even though logically he knew that wasn't the case. Today had just been an exceptionally tiring day for him. He had started his day off terribly, his alarm didn't go off that morning and he was late out the door to a filming schedule. Thankfully, the traffic had miraculously been light on his way to the set so he ended making it on time.

However, even after that, Rowoon thought that was going to be the last of his troubles that day, but he was completely wrong. The whole day was filled with accidents, delays, bad weather, and Rowoon was exhausted by the end of it. When it finally ended, Rowoon was glad to get away from that disaster zone.

Now, he was sweaty and exhausted after rehearsing with the rest of SF9. He knew that it was important to rehearse and perfect, but his arms felt like jelly, and he honestly doubted that he would be able to summon enough strength to hoist himself back up on his feet for yet another run through of their latest single. That was when the angels about decided to throw him a bone and he heard their choreographer call it a night.

Finally, just past midnight and he would be able to escape to take a shower and finally get some rest.

Using his long limbs, he pulled his backpack towards him, rummaging through the contents to find his phone his hand towel to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead, and maybe to check his phone. See if anyone had tried to contact him while he was undergoing his own personal torture.

A notification, from Jennie. It was quite unexpected, but Rowoon welcomed the pleasant surprise as he tapped on the message thread. His eyes scanned over the short message carefully, a smile emerging on his face as he quickly tapped out a response before the rest of s would come over to help drag him back to the dorms.

To: Jennie
From: Rowoon

I remember you, don't worry! Honestly, I've had better days, but thanks for asking! How about you?

@kim seokwoo. With hearing the door to the YG dance room close and shut with an echoing click, Jennie lunged over and fished for her purse that laid limp over on the corner of the room. She had no patience for what she was about to do -- it had been stuck on her mind the whole day; from noon to midnight, to which she finally had been freed from the clutches of her schedule to do so.

Her thumb hovered over the specific contact's name and she hesitantly pressed text. She typed slowly, thinking about what text she could possibly string up that wouldn't come off ridiculous, creepy, or just plain out uninteresting, as she was. She planted herself on the sofa and propped her feet atop of the arm and glanced at the ceiling. "What should I say? Hey, I'm Jennie from Blackpink, but I'm sure you already know that because, of course, you have my number, or, hey, what's up? No, that's just too sudden," she babbled on.

She mentally stabbed at every piece of introduction that came her way, it never sufficed the message she wanted to deliver to who she was trying to begin a conversation with. This is mainly why she resorted to camping out in her room, most of the time.

"Come on, Jennie Kim," she attempted to persuade herself.

Sighing when she finally came to an iffy text as an conclusion, she sat up and contemplated over sending it. Holding her breath, she pressed send and watched as the progression bar zoomed to the end, delivering successfully. Too ashamed and embarrassed to see their reply soon, she stuffed her phone into her back pocket and tried to thwart any impulses to check her messages.

To: Rowoon
From: Jennie

Hey, not sure if you remember me or not but, it's Jennie! How are you doing? I hope well!

　❝ ˢᶰᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ