Bulletproof ain't my type

Time

I wrote the scenes, y'all! I wrote all the intense scenes already and now I don't know how to connect them with the boring ones.

Sigh

It only took two days for the Maserati to disappear from the parking lot.

Life went on as usual. Work, home, sns. The home party kept being pushed further and further away without explanation.

I found a pink pixie crying by the water cooler. She rubbed her tears off on the sleeve of her sweater and gulped down two cups of water. She sniffed one last time, and bumped violently into my stomach because she didn't look where she was going. She hastily looked back down after seeing who it was and murmured an apology with her head ducked. She made to step past me but I held her back by the shoulders.
"Hey..."

She sniffled, hair falling over her eyes and a sad little pout on her small pink lips. I bent to be on eye level with the midget of a girl.

"Are you okay?"

She tried to nod, failed and started to bawl her eyes out. I pulled her to me in a fatherly brace and though awkwardly, patted her back.

I got her a muffin from the company's kitchen, a pack of tissues and sat beside her on the stairs. It had taken a while for her to calm down and the sobs had eventually turned into little hiccups every three seconds or so, and a runny nose. The tiny sounds were unreal, as if animated. Her brown hair was so long, it pooled on the edge of the stair she was sitting on. She played with the butterpaper on the muffin, chubby hands so goddamn tiny and endearing.
She's like a life sized doll.

She hiccuped again.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head instantly, bottom lip wobbling as if she might start crying again. She didn't.

"That's okay", I said softly. "You don't have to"

She's what, 21? I'm almost a decade older than this kid.

"You always have your unnies to go to, right?"

She let out a pained cry, dropping the muffin in her lap and pressing her face in her palms. She sobbed loudly, body shaking, and a few tears escaped the cage of her hands and trickled down the side of her face.
After overcoming the initial shock at having made matters worse, I placed my arm around her shoulders. She leaned in immediately, wailing.

"They're so mean..", she complained rather weakly. My brows pushed together in confusion. After all I had seen of the girl group, it sounded odd for Aoi to be making such a complain. The rest of the girls spoiled her rotten and coddled her like no tomorrow.
"..sunbae, they're so mean~"

Well.

What could I do?

Comforting others was never my thing. I stayed with her till she composed herself then walked her to her group's practice. What I saw there had me worried. Not Nara blowing spit bubbles in the corner while immersed in her phone, No. That's normal. But the rest of the group were functioning like zombies. Silent except for the noise of their work, moving like machines. Emotionless. One of them was dancing with a blank expression, watching herself in the mirror and moving crazy fast. I recognized that emotion, atleast. Jimin gets like that when he's stressed. She slipped suddenly and Nara's bubble popped. I saw Nara lift her eyes and noticed how they were rimmed with red. Aoi bowed a little to thank me and went inside. Lizzy noticed me lurking and smiled a tired smile. She had dark bags from hell. She opened her mouth but I shook my head and retreated. I started down the hallway but didn't walk far when a stick figure turned the corner and with legs like stiff spaghetti, walked by me like a breeze. With her head ducked down and hands deep in the pockets of her shorts. I did a double take, pausing to see if it was who I thought it was.