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shinwon: gifts will only be accepted in the form of coffee, champagne, cigarettes or interesting stories
shinwon: thanks in advance, darlings, u all know how to make a birthday boy feel loved.
for sungbin, the peace and quiet that came with working in a bookstore was both a blessing and a curse. while it gave him pretty much all the time in the world to do as he pleased, it also meant he went hours without any human interaction. he was never a ‘people-person’ to begin with but spending six hours alone in an bare shop had its drawbacks. it must have been a good two hours since the last customer left and sungbin found himself playing with the register as he tried to keep himself entertained. tampering with the machine only lasted a few minutes before the soft sound of a bell ringing alerted the male to a new presence in the room. “if you’re looking for the bakery it’s actually next door, and the diner’s just around the corner. but if you’re looking for the bookstore, well you’ve found it.”
the lights were blinding as her feet automatically moved to the beat of the music - the bass was ear deafening but naeun found that it relaxed her, she was finally able to just let everything go. some people did drugs and others took insanely long showers but all they raven haired girl needed to get rid off all of her tension was to just dance it off. her body swayed to the rhythm, hands tangled in her hair, eyes closed, and her head tipped back, she could feel it all falling off of her - every sorrow and everything that had wrong, it just disappeared. with a crack of her neck she decided maybe it was time to come back to reality and slowly opened her eyes, only for them to lock with someone in front of her.
this was usually what happened whenever somi’s friends were planning a party - it turned messy. eunji’s dorm on campus was overcrowded already and somi, despite loving people, found it to grow too claustrophobic after a while. it smelled like alcohol and illegal substances ( living with hyunmi had made her well aware of what that smelled like ) and she bumped into another person as she made way for the door. «oops, sorry!» she exclaimed with a bright smile, ready to leave again when she did a double take. «hey. do you want to get out of here?»
“Look this is serious!” Soohan whined, lips pouting ever so slightly as he resisted hitting the other with blue stained fingers. “I’m dead if I don’t get this dye off, okay? If I go to work like this I’ll get fired on the spot and then I’ll have no money and then I won’t be able to feed Pabo so he’ll leave me for someone better and I’ll die hungry and alone with blue hands!” The words came in a rush, Soohan not even stopping for a breath before he turned to them with a bit more urgency. The pout going into full force as he shook his hands in their face. “I will accept any suggestion at this point to get this stuff off.”
Rubbing their hands together, Kwan glanced up at the cloudy sky above them. White flakes were falling down, despite it being early November, and their breath was visible in front of them. There was nothing enjoyable about cold weather, in fact, they despised it. That certainly didn't stop a winter wonderland fair from being held, one that Kwan's manager demanded they perform at. Taking a seat on a bench, they turned to the person first sitting there. "Fuck cold weather. How can you be enjoying this?"
Despite how much he got teased for it Minho always strongly tried to fight the idea that he was a ‘grumpy old man’ but it was at times like this that it was kind of hard to deny it. “I swear if they don’t turn down whatever shit music they’re playing I’ll make it so they’re cut off from any forms of the internet for a month. At least.” He muttered in teh direction of the apartemnt that he could only assume was owned by a bunch of college kids throwing a party. A party with a bad taste in music that was physically offending his eardrums that is.