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dong meizhen's day was going great, she had nothing to do so she just lied down on her bed like she usually does on breaks and sleep— but it seems that sleeping was out of the option with how long she has been staring on the ceiling, a bad feeling settling on her chest. ❝huh... why do i feel like something is wrong.❞
though before she could dwell on it, her phone had rang quite loudly but she couldn't careless about the volume. she was in her apartment, anyway. reaching for the device without sitting up, the dong grabbed it and held it up in front od her, identifying the caller's id. ❝fumi? why is she calling when she's currently on a schedule...❞
her bad feeling spiked up, hurriedly answering the call and placing it on speaker. ❝nishi, why are you calling? did something happene—❞ a sob halted her questions, widening her eyes when she realized that the usually sarcastic and witty nishimura fumiko was indeed crying. ❝fumiko, what happened? do you want me to come there?❞
❝n—no, don't... you'll experience the exact same thing as i did...❞
❝what are you saying? hyunji, i don't care if i'll experience what you went through. i'm still coming there.❞
❝this is a schedule, meizhen... you can't just show up and do that.❞
the idol knew that but was she going back against her words? nope. ❝my mind is set already, nishimura. i'll cover up if that makes you feel better.❞ it was silent on the other side, murmurs on the background and immediately, meizhen recognized her best friend's girlfriend's sobs.
❝oh fuck this, i'm bringing bodyguards. are you on speaker, fumi?❞ a quiet hum was enough before mei was talking again, grabbing her hat from the stand. ❝guys, wait for a little, alright? i'll get you out of there.❞ the sobs grew louder before the line was cut off. the chinese let out a groan and called another number, aggressively opening her apartment's door.
she ran out and went directly to the stairs, waiting for a certain woman to answer. ❝hello mei? why are you calling, you have no schedule today.❞ kmt's director, kang jiyoung, answered the call— noting the way her artist seems to be running. ❝no time for greetings, jiyoung. can you send two teams of body guards? actually, make that nine.❞
jiyoung's brows furrowed in confusion at the sudden request, but didn't bothered questioning why. ❝alright, to where?❞ meizhen opened the door to the parking and ran towards her car. ❝you know aespa's on–going schedule today, right? that all boys school, send the body guards for aespa and get them out of that schedule.❞
the kang never questioned the dong, already contacting her team and sending the orders of getting their finest body guards to the said location. ❝sent them out already, could i do anything else for you, meimei?❞
❝no, that's all. thank you for sending the bodyguards.❞
❝hmph, of course. fuyumi is almost like an artist here in kmt as well.❞
❝by the way, seeing as you are in distress. i've already contacted your other friends about the situation, they're all heading to the place— well, except for jiyeon since she's still in australia and koemi who is recovering from an injury.❞ mei couldn't help but smile, thanking her ceo again to which she dismissed. ❝ah, don't thank me. it is my job to protect my artists.❞
❝i'm your only artist, though.❞
❝shush kiddo, your friends are like my artists as well.❞
the dong chuckled and shook her head, saying her farewell and continued driving peacefully— though, her worries for her friends never left. not even a minute of peacefulness, the screen on her car changed into a call from 'park somin dumbass'. answering it without much thought, the girl flinched when somin's screams echoed throughout her car.
