Ying's POV:
I still don't know how we had managed to convince our managers to let us loose on the city for the spare few hours before the fan meet. And in full, fan ready outfits and makeup too (we really stand out, everyone else seems to be wearing black)! So right now we are standing in the middle of some sort of public square and trying to figure out where to go next. Already we've been to the famous Queen Victoria Market that everyone seems to be talking about, a gallery with a water window and an arts centre with what looks like the Eiffel Tower sticking out of it.
But now everyone is hungry, and looking to me and Gyuri to figure out where to go. Though I do have to admit that it's a nice turn around to have my unnies doing what I say. They say that with great power comes great responsibility.... So now in a country where only two of us speak the language, I have full control. However, as tempting as it is to convince them that a stripper's lounge is a restaurant (Gyuri wouldn't deny it), I don't really feel like incurring their wrath today. All evil thoughts aside though, I do need to find some food before we have to head back. Looking around I spot an information person standing on a street corner.
"Ahh, excuse me! We are looking for somewhere to get some food close by."
She hands me a map, whilst pulling out a pen.
"There are a lot of food options on the way, but I would recommend going here." She circles a laneway a few streets from where we are.
Within a few minute we find ourselves standing at the entrance of Degraves street. I peer down to see that it is barely a street at all, more like one extended outdoor food court, except with nicer food. All the way to the end there is a sea of umbrella-ed tables with waiters darting in and out from their different restaurants and cafes. The choice of food is almost too large, we spend at least half an hour looking until we decide to just grab some sushi. I look down at my phone to see the time.
"Actually, could we make that takeaway please?"
We grab the boxes and pay before setting off toward the nearest tram stop. After a few wrong stops we finally find our way back to the stadium conference rooms. On arrival we are enveloped in a whirlwind of staff, fixed hair and makeup, giving instructions and straightening clothes. Once they are content, we are practically shoved into our seats and told to behave. Within minutes of sitting down the doors are opened and the Prisms come streaming in. They find their seats impressively quickly and before I know it, the antics have begun.
For the first ten minutes or so we go through whole 'Hello nice to see you here, I'm so glad that you could come', as much as I love being able to meet them I wish we didn't have to go through the same uptight routine every time. After that the first few rows of fans are allowed to come forward and meet us one on one. We talk, gifts are exchanged and letters are handed over. Every now and then we are allowed by the staff to hang on to a gift and play with it.
As I sit playing mini volleyball with Mijin, a tall, Korean girl shuffles over. I feel like I recognise her from somewhere.
"Hi, I'm Claire! It's nice to see you!" Her every word carries an almost manic excitement. She's kinda scary tbh.
"Hi Claire, may I ask if this is your first fan sign?"
"It is! I've been your fan since forever though! Could you sign this?" She hands over a cd, before grabbing it back and shoving a bundle of things at me.
"I got this for you! It's a rabbit toy! Like your stage name! And I got you your favourite drink!" She seems to get more intense with every second and honestly I'm glad when it's time for her to move on to the next member.
I watch as she interacts with the others, it's hard to see but they each seem just as relieved when she leaves them. She was really quite something. I still can't help but feel like I've seen her before. The meet continues for a few hours everything goes smoothly, skits are performed, games are played, things are signed. The event is nearing it's end and the Q&A time has almost wrapped up. We are just finishing saying our goodbyes when out of the corner of my eye, I see Eunmi disappear out the side door. She looked like she was in a hurry, must have drunk too much water.
We start to clear up so that we can spend the hours before the concert resting. It's almost twenty minutes later that I realise that Eunmi is still absent. I can't help but have flash backs to the day that she first collapsed at the Melon awards. Time to go find her. On my way out I grab Joohee to come with me, before striding down the corridors under the stadium. We go from door to door, opening each and checking inside. We must have opened at least twenty before we come to a bathroom. The foreboding feeling gets stronger. When we go in I'm almost not surprised to find her sitting against a wall, soaking wet. At least this time she's conscious. Kind of.
"MI!"
I run to her, pulling her into my arms. Her skin is slick with sweat and pale as snow. Her breath wheezes, matching the racing heartbeat in her chest. I turn to Joohee to tell her to get help, only to see that she has already left. I look back at Eunmi.
"What happened? Is it the same as the other times?"
It takes her a moment to answer, and when she does her words a quiet and breathy.
"No, different."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hahaha, I did it again.... I'm really not sorry about leaving her like this yet again 😅😆. Though to be fair I did say that there would be some bumps in the road, annnnddd a lot of the chapters beforehand were all nice and happy.
Also I just wanted to thank _riga_ for the suggestion to call the Refract fans Prisms. So now I can stop referring to them as just "the fans" 😂😂
Question of the week:
What are/were your favourite subjects at school?
I love Japanese, maths and science because of the challenge that they bring. On the other hand though I also like literature and art (except I absolutely despise the art teachers) because of their beauty and complexity. (I'm a bit of a nerd)
See you next week, love you all 😘😘
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