[Winter g!p, Wintop, 2 parts]
*if you wanna fit the vibe, you can pull up the song later mentioned in the story!*
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💡 Part 2: Worst Behavior [M]💡
You know that outfit Idols got on when they tryna sneak around the city like little spies?
Sound Familiar?
It's a day or two after the accident, and Winter's in a black Yankees cap, dripped head to toe in all black as she walks through the city 11 at night.
Strange time to be out and about. kinda.
She's headed to one place and one specific place only.
And what's that place?
She reaches a dance studio slightly far from her company's building. Karina's little dance studio.
Winter knocks on the glass window, phone in hand as she dials up the girl's number her manager gave her.
After a couple dials and a few knocks, something pokes her on the shoulder.
"jeezus shit-" winter jumped at the figure standing behind her.
Karina's also decked out in all black, like a shadow lurking in the dark.
"You look like a shadow."
"I could say the same about you" Karina unlocked the door to her studio.
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They both head into the empty building, and Winter looks around the place.
This was her first impression of Karina's dance studio.
It was pretty nice. Simple.
"You teach people in this studio?"
"Kids to adults, we have fun here." They took a detour.
They're headed into the huge dance room Karina teaches in, the one and only room and it was quite big.
"Make yourself comfy." Karina urged, the lowly dimmed lights in the room flickered on.
The idol took a seat on the couch to the side of the room.
"So..you wanted to talk to me about something?" The dancer recalled.
"Uh, yeah." Winter sat up straight on the cushion.
She really didn't want to talk about this but who knows what Karina would do with what happened that day.
"Don't speak a single word on whatever happened the other day."
Karina's silence shook Winter, but she's too centered to admit that.
"..the whole—me running out during practice. I had something to take care of." Winter added in.
"sure."
"Alright! Well then I'm seriously trusting you on that—" the dancer got off the couch, feeling less worried than before.
"But Winter, what was that?"
Well shit.
Winter's got herself stuck in the moment, the question itself creating a "systematic error" in that brain of hers.
"I'm not telling you, I-It's something nobody needs to know."
The room echoes with the loud air conditioning. Nothing else.
If that's the answer Karina gets, then so be it.
She wasn't the type to force anyone to speak the truth when they clearly didn't want to anyway.
