SOLO- SOLOIST BOOK 1✔️

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Chaerin was closely following Junho after they reached the Airport. She just flew back to Korea from Vietnam after the Asia Artist Awards.

Her manager stood infront of the security checking getting all the ID's and passports checked.
Chaerin walked out of the area after the security guards checked everything theg needed too.

She stood there waiting for Junho to come out,

"Andrea-ssi!" A large crowd of people grew around her. Chaerin was horrified as her personal space was disrupted, some people coming too close, crowding around her. Camera's and devices were getting shoved towards her face as she felt like an zoo animal, getting watched and ridiculed by so many people around her.

She immediately looked around for Junho, trying to figure out a way out of there, as she felt suffocated. She had never experienced something like this before, and she was extremely scared. The people were screaming and yelling, pushing each other in a hurdle to get close to her.

Chaerin wasn't even able to back up as some people stood behind her as she stood in the middle helplessly. Panick bubbled up in her throat as she found it hard to breathe. The flashes of cameras on her face, she felt trapped.
Some people took at as far as to touch her, in places doesn't want to be touched, she doesn't to be touched at all.

Her shaky hands tightened on the strap of her small bag which was getting pulled back by some 'fans', causing her to nearly fall.

"Junho Oppa?!" She called out, her voice shaky, out of breath. "Oh my god. Please....please....move....I-" She choked on her voice as nothing came out, her throat blocked. Her knees were at the verge of giving in when she heard the voice of her manager yelling.

"MOVE! MOVE AWAY FROM HER!" Junho yelled, pushing away the people suffocating her.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulder. He was equally panicked, as when he turned around he didn't find her and then he realised the situation. They were getting mobbed.

"WHERE ARE THOSE BUFFED PEA BRAINS WHEN WE NEED THEM?!" he yelled in anger, referring the bodyguards who were waiting outside the airport.

Chaerin wasn't able to breath, she was constantly pulling on the hem of her shirt and fidgeting with her rings trying to calm herself down but she couldn't. People still followed them.

She was still getting touched, even groped at some point. Not a sound escaped her throat. She could barely walk, leaning on Junho for support. A camera hit her back hard, she gasped in pain, holding on to her managers hand tighter. Tears rolled down her eyes, she was extremely overwhelmed. It was unexpected, and shocking for her.

As soon as they reached they other gate, the airport security prevented the people from following them further. Chaerin, still clinging to Junho, fell on her knees.

"I c-an't-" She cried, her hands shaking as she tried to rub her sweaty palms on her jeans.

She could say nothing. A stinging pain surged through her body, adding to the immense pain she felt in her chest. As if she was stuck in a non-ventilated room. No Oxygen around her could reach her lungs. Her heart ramming against her ribcage as if it would break out anytime. She felt dizzy,her vission was blurry, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"Chae....sweetie....Look here. We are fine now. Okay? you're safe. No one is here. We'll go back okay?....take a deep breath, slowly and steadily. Here-" Junho said softly, trying to calm down the girl who was clearly having a panick attack.  He held her hand, caressing it slowly, a way he learned from her Mother, to calm her down a bit. He hugged her tight, rubbing her back comfortingly.