“Shit, fuck,” the curse left his mouth unconsciously as Jongin pulled away from Yeri, their hands separating the second they both heard the shutter of a camera and a flash of light. She looked at him, eyes widen in panic just as his. The dancer looked around frantically, growing nervous and anxious. He didn’t need another fucking scandal. Not over something that wasn’t even really there between her and him.
It truly wasn’t what it looked like and he hoped the sound was just a figment of their paranoid imagination. He had only been accompanying Yeri when he bumped into her after coming out of the convenient store. It wasn’t their fault to begin with. Yeri had been alone when he found her. Alone in the middle of the night. Red Velvet’s manager was stupid and careless for letting an underage girl go out this late. The only reason why he was holding her hand was because she had been scared by a group of old drunken men and it wasn’t until he took a hold of her hand and led her away that she finally felt safe and calm.
Shifting her gaze from the male, she looked around as well; desperately trying to find where the source of flash light and the shutter of a camera came from – chewing her lower lip anxiously as her eyes scanned the area before them. No, she cannot afford getting into a scandal, not when she had just debuted for less than three months and especially, not over something stupid like this – something that never exists between the two.
Running her fingers through her dark locks as she heaved a sigh – her eyes continue to scan the area before them. She was sure that the older male, too, doesn’t need another scandal – after all, lately people had been putting him and his group in spotlight due to the recent issue. Yeri then stopped as she finally spotted someone standing a few meters away from the two, the stranger was holding her phone and stared at the two of them. Looking stunned as Yeri stares at her.
“Kai,” she muttered quietly, tugging on his hoodie sleeve – causing the male who was looking around frantically to pause and glances at her; panic still written all over his face. Causing her to feel even guiltier, if it wasn’t for her manager and if only she could have been careful to not to bump into a group of older men– none of this would happen. “Sorry, but I think I found the possible culprit.”
