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— shopping at memory lane

baekhyunxkr:

@kryuqi

the first time he sees her is when he’s busy deciding between two equally soft mangos. she’s standing across from him picking out a bunch of bananas seemingly without care, and usually he wouldn’t even notice; but she seems familiar, somehow, so he gives her a glance. probably just someone he’s served alcohol, he figures, as he moves on towards the dairy aisle.

the second time he spots her, grabbing a bag of toilet paper - the four layer super soft stuff because there are two things in life he doesn’t save money on, this and food - is when he gets a weird feeling of wrongness in his gut. no, he doesn’t know her from his job - he’d have managed to place her by now if he had, his face memory much better than this. but he can’t remember where else he would’ve met her either, because he’s certain he doesn’t know her from his brief time at university and she looks too young for that anyway, considering he hasn’t been in what is over five years now. she can’t possibly have gone to school with him, then, so maybe she was one of the kids he taught at the dojang. or she just looks similar to someone else.

it all clicks into place as he drops frozen peas into his cart, and he’s in shock for a few moments, forgetting to close the freezer until his skin grows uncomfortably cold. what the hell is yuqi doing in seoul, on her own at the grocery store? it’s only when he looks around just a minute later, intent on finding her and finally spotting her in front of the snacks that he notices that she isn’t wearing the sort of stuff he’d expect on her, and her hair isn’t as immaculate as his father’s business partner’s daughter’s always was. he abandons his cart on the side before approaching her, careful in his pronounciation just in case.

“yuqi? what are you doing here?”

there is a riot of vibrant shades, the sweet smell of artificial flavor and sugar wafting around the few square feet. sugar-covered fruit jellies are stacked high on one display, while the others are adorned with liquorice of all sorts. sour candies and fizzy cola bottles stand about a foot away, nestled between a colorful collection of salt water taffy and rock candies.

with her eyes trained on the chocolate pralines, admiring their sparkling purple wrappers, she doesn’t notice she’s under the curious stare of another shopper. in fact, she isn’t even aware someone is approaching, lost in the internal debate between nougat and toffee, until the male has crossed the distance from the freezer section and is standing a few feet in front of her shopping cart.

yuqi glances up towards him, her attention torn away from the heap of candies she’s tossed into the cart, and tilts her head curiously, listening to the cautious tone he uses to address her. she blinks, almost unsure as to why he was speaking as though he wasn’t sure she could fully understand the language, before the realization dawns on her in the same way it did him.

“ baekhyun! “ she recognizes him, perhaps by his manner of speaking, similar to the way he had usually addressed her when they were younger. she couldn’t recall anyone else who would match his elocution. “ it’s so nice to see you again! “ though it’s been quite some time, she smiles warmly towards him, as though they’ve just seen each other the other day. “ i’ve just finished my shift at the cafe, so i figured i’d stop at the grocery store before it gets too dark. “

she glances at the shopping cart he’s stranded a few aisles over and laughs, “ it looks like you’re doing the same! “

#↘ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴏ. (ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs)#( sʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʟᴀɴᴇ - ʙᴀᴇᴋʜʏᴜɴ )

↘ café miel.

krxilhoon

the petals burst from underneath the lower branches, fanning over the human canvass and curling at the edges near the rib cage as though they’d been exposed to the summer heat. the tips are still drawn together in tight buds, yet to blossom into a full array of creams and rosy pinks like the magnitude of other flourishing florets.

one single blade falls from the branches, fading into another similarly-colored flower bed that is connected near the chest with a tangled thicket of thorns. from there, it leads to another patch of iridescent blues and greens that joins with a clump of willows.

“ it’s beautiful, “ yuqi whispers, hues wide and in awe of the enclosing flower gardens thriving across the upper body of a patron who frequents both the tattoo shop as well as seoltang. she beams at the progress, turning towards the man on the table, “ thank you for letting me tag along with you! “ when he nods, perhaps a little shy at how enthusiastic she had been about the whole process, she turns her attention towards the artist who is currently busying himself with sterilizing the tools he’s used, “ and thank you for letting me watch again! “

it’s been something of a usual occurrence -- perhaps once or twice every two weeks, yuqi found herself in the confines of the tattoo shop, entranced by the delicate designs that ilhoon spent hours pressing into ones skin. it had started simply from the manager asking her to make a last-minute coffee delivery before she’d gone home for the evening one night, and soon it became almost a weekly habit that the waitress found herself with coffee in tow beside the older male.

“ my favorite is when you do flowers, “ she says, lips curving into another bright smile, “ you’ve been doing them a lot lately! maybe everyone wants them since it’s summer and everything is blooming, “ she pauses for a moment, tucking her hands behind her back and sparing him another grin, “ i know you don’t like them much, but they really are pretty! “

#↘ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴏ. (ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs)#( ᴄᴀғé ᴍɪᴇʟ - ɪʟʜᴏᴏɴ )#( hi friend! )#( hope this is okay for you! )#( if not pls be sure to lmk and i'll make any changes! )#krxilhoon

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Hands Off Buddy

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krxshownu:

After the exchange, he proceeded to sitting down, purposely passing by Yuki and making eye contact. A flirtatious smile handsomely decorated his face as he made his way to an empty table pass her. Normally Hyunwoo isn’t the type to verbally flirt with anyone. Although he is a blunt and brazen person, he likes to keep things private and is timid when it comes to romance. Subtle body language like eye smiles, smiles and stances are signs of Hyunwoo throwing flirt at someone. It’s like he’s opening a door for the person to enter and they choose whether they pass or not.. or say thank you or not (lol)… If he likes them enough, he might change it up a bit though and go up to them, but most of the time he is content by just looking at them from a far.

Making himself comfortable he pulls out his phone and begins to mess with it. Heart slowly racing hoping that Yuki would bring his items.

it’s akin to a melted belgian truffle -- dark, rich and leaves no question about coating ones tongue thickly before it flows down the throat. the top is normally bare, but the special displayed on the board at the front of the cafe includes a swirled topping of frothy, white milk foam and is spotted with a heavy dusting of cocoa powder.

small curls of steam rise from the ceramic mugs, slipping past the foamy milk and vanishing into the air. she moves away from the granite counter tops, balancing the saucers and placing them down in front of the pair of customers sitting at the nearest table. it wasn’t an overly complicated recipe -- hot milk, cocoa and some sugar with a little topping, but yuqi had been a firm believer that sometimes the most simple of things were the most delicious.

#↘ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴏ. (ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs)#( ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏғғ ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ - ʜʏᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ )#( tfw replies are long already )#( im so excited for these two! )#( pls let me know if you'd like me to change anything! )#( i cut them just so they wouldn't clog the dash c: )#( setting up for the DRAMA )#krxshownu

↘ flat white.

krsoomin

a vibrant aroma wafts around the cafe, seemingly extricated from the thick cream coating the surface of several mugs filled with a smooth, brown milk topped with chocolate crumbles. the tray is covered in a collection of opaque demitasses, but there is one that stands out from it’s effervescent companions.

the latte is perhaps the true pièce de résistance of the evening -- it sits within a bone china cup, an appealing leaf pattern drawn with delicate milky foam among the contrasting brown. it’s a far cry from the tall and frothy hazelnut that she had attempted this morning, but she’s thrilled that the fruits of her labor were finally beginning to take shape.

“ it’s my first time serving latte art, so i’m sorry if it doesn’t look too great, “ yuqi says, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she rounds the tables and stops at one of the booths huddled in the back of the cafe. she adjusts the tray on her arm, nimble fingers reaching for the ivory cup in the center. “ it should still taste good though! “

it was not a request that latte art be preformed, but yuqi had thought it would have been a nice gesture -- especially for someone who had seemingly trudged into the cafe just before the weather broke, slumping into the furthest booth from the door after placing their order.

she leaves them with another cheery grin, encouraging them to taste their beverage before making sure to attend to the surrounding customers. she returns a few moments later, tray clutched to her chest in anticipation, and glances almost nervously to the young woman, “ did you like it? if not, i can get you something else. no charge, of course! “

there’s a pause as the woman lifts her head, and yuqi blinks for a moment as recognition flashes across her irises, “ this might be a little forward, but .. do you live in studio 57 by chance? “

#↘ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴏ. (ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs)#( ғʟᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ - sᴏᴏᴍɪɴ )#( hi friend!! i hope this is okay! )#( if not pls lmk and i'll be happy to make changes! )#krsoomin

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#↘ ᴄᴀғé ᴀᴜ ʟᴀɪᴛ. (ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟs)#( a true cutie )

↘ caffè crema.

soojungxkr

the atmosphere was hushed, the muffled stillness among the rows upon rows of neatly lined books punctured only by the occasional laugh or screeching sound of chairs skidding across the coarse carpet on the floor -- a telltale sign that someone had fallen asleep again in the middle of the newly alphabetically arranged fiction section.

behind the low shelves, beyond the tutors and fellow students, and past the comfortable leather arm chairs, yuqi makes her way back towards the tables reserved for quiet study. she rounds the corner of the information desk, flashing the librarian a smile before she settles back into her seat behind the color-coded young adults section.

“ it’s nice to see you in the library for a change, “ yuqi beams, arranging her books accordingly before sparing a glance at the female sitting in the seat across from her own. her voice is hushed, but it’s difficult to keep her enthusiasm at bay -- after all, it’s a rarity to see soojung outside of class aside from the occasional time she wanders into the cafe or they happen to cross paths when the older is out and about vlogging.

“ i have a few hours before my next shift at seoltang, “ she explains, averting her gaze to the textbook below, warm hues drinking in the printed ink, “ do you want to come by for a coffee? my treat! i’m just learning how to do latte art now, and even though it doesn’t look very good, it still tastes fine! “

yuqi runs her finger along the corner of the page, making a mental note to jot something down later before she glances back up towards soojung, another smile tugging at her lips, “ if you’re busy after this though, that’s okay too! “

#↘ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴏ. (ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs)#( ᴄᴀғғè ᴄʀᴇᴍᴀ - sᴏᴏᴊᴜɴɢ )#( hi there friend ! )#( hope this is alright for you! )#( if not pls lmk and i'll be happy to edit it ! )#soojungxkr

↘ coffee table jazz.

krminseok

nestled in the furthest left section of the string instruments, amidst the endless rows of violins and violas, a small figure finds herself running nimble fingers across a two-stringed bow. she squints at the musical instrument, studying how modern it appears as opposed to ones she’s seen back home -- surely, its been a long time since proto-mongolic instruments were introduced to china, but seoul seems so much more innovated than beijing.

she’d been used to the rapidly growing capital city, known the gleaming glass tower and the many modern buildings dominating the capital's ever-expanding skyline, but seoul always seemed so different, so streamline and so modernized.

even the construction of one of the oldest instruments, dating back more than a thousand years ago, seems so refashioned. though the vertical stick-like neck, the two large turning pegs, and the bottom resonator body seem the same, it seems somehow different. the sound box is covered with python skin, just the same as it would be back home, and yuqi thinks maybe she’s just been away from instruments too long -- long enough for it to seem a little foreign.

after all, she’s spent her days lately orchestrating a symphony of coffee cups clinking together with the sound of the bell at the foot of the cafe door, so it’s no wonder she’s feeling odd looking at the versatile instrument.

“ excuse me -- “ yuqi calls out when she sees someone rounding the corner, notepad in hand, perhaps taking inventory of cellos nearby. she smiles brightly when she catches their attention, gesturing to the display of instruments in front of her, “ is this the only selection of erhu? “

#↘ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴏ. (ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs)#( ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢ - ᴍɪɴsᴇᴏᴋ )#( hi friend! hope this is alright! )#( lmk if you want anything changed! )#krminseok

hi there! i’m nikki and i’m so excited to have this cutie to play here! yuqi is as sweet as the bakery goods she sells, so i hope everyone will like her. if you’re interested in plotting, i have some wanted plots here or you can dm me and we’ll start brainstorming!

#↘ ᴄʜᴀɪ ʟᴀᴛᴛᴇ. (ᴏᴏᴄ)#( shes so cute! love her already )