#text;welcomes

[wxnbin]

➝ phoaenix + snaexn + pikaberliu + romanxsimon + yoonjo-demigod + argentyixing

           'What has just happened', he thought to himself as he nearly froze in his step. Since when had his old, and somewhat tattered shop, ever gained so many visitors in one single day? As he continued to move through the people present, brushing arms accidentally against some, he moved back to behind his counter. A sigh escaped his lips, he was in no position to dislike this happening yet— Gone was his quiet day. And more would come it seemed. The bell went off and another customer came in, moving his gaze to the door he met the customers eyes. "Welcome to West of the Moon."

[wxnbin]

➝ heartbruises + romanxseyoung

It had been an almost excruciatingly tiresome morning for the Fable. Packages had arrived, people had come and then gone again. For possibly 2 hours straight he head been unable to even glance at the book he was currently reading. However that time was long gone and as the clock closed in on 3pm it was already quiet, not a soul in sight. Not that he minded the fact. Letting out a sigh of comfort he sat down, picking up the paperback that had been lying there untouched for hours. But as Won Bin had experienced over the years, silence was never left untouched for long. At the sound of the bell and the door opening the silence seemed like a faint memory. Lifting his head he met the eyes of his customer, his customary greeting ringing through the shop.

"Welcome."

[wxnbin]

➝ romanxlim + kjjangmi + myvnxsoo + selentieun

'Who are you?' was a question he was often posed, and one he never did fully answer. Regardless of who it was, that was always something better left unanswered. "I'm this shop's owner." He'd reply without the faintest sign of a smile. Also something he seemed to never do. But all of that was something he could never avoid being indeed the owner of a book store. And as the day passed by with the same moment on replay, he continued his work. Every time the bell would go off he'd call out a simple "Welcome." to the new customers. Routine perhaps, but that was the only thing he had.

[wxnbin]

➝ thethreewisemonkeys + wxojxho + sicaxdsmp

Christmas and New Years had come and gone, and people had slowly but surely began working again. And they would comment on how fast it had went and 'oh where did my vacation go' and such, appearing solemn to see it pass. But to a person who relied on the silence of shop to keep him both occupied and sane at mind he welcomed it with open arms. So when people started coming back to his store he would sit behind the counter on his chair with a coffee in one hand, a book in the other and call out "Welcome."

[wxnbin]

➝ ximyoong

Sitting in his customary place behind the counter, with feet propped upon it he let out a yawn. It wasn't that it was early, in fact it was already past noon, but the man never slept so well. Stretching his hands he let them fall back to their sides before he reached out for his cup of coffee. Even so late on a monday a lot of people were still hurrying past his window, something he found a bit amusing to watch. In such he spent his afternoon with a coffee in hand and a newspaper in his lip. And as the bell over the door went off he turned his head towards it, greeting a casual, "Welcome." to whomever came in the door.

[wxnbin]

➝ drvid-chan

'What a busy day.' he mused to himself as the bell over the entrance door went of once again. It was rare for Won Bin to see such activity in his own book store, mainly due to the position and perhaps also the charm he had gotten placed on the shop itself.  "Welcome." he called to the young male that walked into his shop. Once the greeting was over the owner himself resumed his favourite pastime at the store; reading.

[wxnbin]

➝ oculixnecem

The night had already draped it's cloak above Seoul and hidden within it  all kinds of people would come crawling out. One of them being Won Bin himself while he trudged down the street in downtown Seoul. His goal? A simple thirst after having already finished the whisky bottle he had stored in his apartment yesterday. In a time where his mind played more tricks and torments on him than ever before he seemed to be downing more alcohol than ever before too. Something that probably went hand in hand with his past and treacherous memories, but he wouldn't voice up about it. Not in the least. So he found himself on the search for a quiet bar, and one he did find in a side alley that for most would probably make them steer clear of it. But Won Bin had not anything to lose, at least not anymore, he mused and pushed the door open as the smell of alcohol and tobacco washing over him.