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@[i] gayoung "You don't know what you are saying woman." He shook his head and grabbed his phone, calling the car renting company to get the car he rented on the parking lot then he turned to Gayoung and spoke. "I will do this not because of you. I need something from you too and you better do it well.." I coldly said as i opened the passenger's seat for you then once you got in, i got into the driver's seat of your car. Noticing how luxurious it is, i just mumbled on my seat while fixing the seat belt. "Rich people.." I then started the engine and head out the parking lot, driving to your place. "Since you said you are gonna cook for my family. I need you to do something, my mom has been asking me to bring my girlfriend to her which i don't have. I need you to pretend that we are together." I said only to give you a warning stare after. "She is very old so make sure you do well."

@[p] shon minho Ga Young opened and closed quickly. She was taken aback slightly. "Well, I dont really have much of a life to ruin honestly." She replied and leaned against her car, it was warm on her skin. "Also, I don't really imagine you being a murderer if you love your family as much as you say." Ga Young retorted. She brushed a stray hair out of her eyes. She wasnt planning on sleeping with anyone currently.

But she knew the dangers of sleeping with paparazzi. She held his gaze steadily and her lips. No man who provided for his family like he did could honestly kill someone. It was silly. He must be trying to intimidate her. To get a rise out of her. Like a schoolyard bully.

@[i] gayoung Just as the girl turned complete different on he way she treated him, it made Minho smirk. The girl was sly. And what he said was true though she didn't want to be friends nor even close at these type of people. He sure had slept with a few idol just to gather informations or pictures, but he also know that this girl wasn't the type of who will sleep with someone.

As the girl grabbed his arms, he could see her admiring his inked skin, and what she said next surprised her at the same time, made him raise his eyebrows. "Cook for me? My family Food? Are you freaking serious? I am a paparazzi. My job is to ruin your life. I could be a murderer for all you know." He said, swiftly removing her hand that was holding her arms. He wanted to appear scary to her so she would avoid him.

@[p] shon minho She opened and closed quickly. "Wait!" She said and grabbed his arm. She didn't know he was trying to feed his family. She felt as though she was being a complete . Ga Young smiked softly. "I did not know you were providing for your family. I am sorry for my rudeness." Ga Young still hadn't let go of his arm, his skin was really warm and he had all these colorful tattoos. She liked them. Ga Young was not sure what to say or do at this point. "How about I treat you to lunch or something. I could cook some bibimbap. You could take it home. I really dont have anyone to ever cook for." What she was saying was true. Her parents were not close and her father would understand. He was only resting and she wanted him to rest. Often Ga Young hated being alone; she hadnt had much companionship nor could she really. "Since you will be following me the next few days how about I cook for you and your family when I am not working?" She wanted him to feel comfortable. "By the way I am Ga Young."

@[i] gayoung "Well apparently.." Minho answered before sticking the cancer stick on the corner of his quite thick lips, he grabbed the bags of groceries from her and loaded it on her car himself. He had the work done faster than she did and so he leaned back to where he previously was and leaned on the wall, puffing smoke then blowing it out. "Apparently the people finds you famous. So they need things about you.." He figured he could knock some sense to her that he was just doing his job. He inhaled another huge amount of smoke before blowing it out. "I got called. I needed to take pictures of you. They pay me." I said, throwing the half finished cigarette on the ground and stepping on it, i crossed my arms and turned to look at you. "I was just normal wage guy struggling how to feed my siblings and mother. I created the biggest scandal last year. And so they are eating nice food now.. three times a day." I said, walking near you and moving my face closer to yours. "Now the point is.. i am just doing my job.. not for the money itself.. but to feed my family." I mumbled and leaned back again, fixing my hair this time and then my clothes. I turned to you and flashed a small smile. "Please expect me to follow you for the next days to take pictures." I can definitely follow you everywhere." I said and turned my back to leave the premises.

@[p] shon minho Ga Young stared at this man incredulously. How dare he speak to her that way. Sure, she was coming off rude but he took it too far. She pushed her hair out of her face, cheeks puffed out once more. "Why?," She asked before continuing "I am not that interesting, why is my life so interesting to people. I am not even remotely famous." She wasnt one to boast. She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes briefly.

Turning away, she began to unloaf her groceries out of the trolley and into her car. "What is your name?" She asked, curiously. Ga Young turned back to him, he was handsome enough. Strong jawline and nice eyes. She could see herself hanging around him if she wasnt famous. However, he was paparazzi. He was supposed to be the enemy.

Ga Young kept loading groceries into her car and she shut the door. In all honesty she understood his job. There was a lot of money to be made in the business he was in. But at the same time was it worth ruining or potentially ruining someones life?

@[i] gayoung It was a sunny day, he was suppose to be on a week off since he just submitted photos of a few top idols he stalked the other month. The photos he took became a hot topic, it became the most known dating scandal and he was proud that he was the one who took those pictures. He also got paid a huge amount of money and the vacation he has been asking for since the past three months, luckily it has been approved though he got a call on his first day that he needs to report back because they need his service. He just heaved a deep sigh as he held unto the strap of his back pack, containing a few clothes and other things he need, then his two dslr and two digital camera. "Damn, vacation when i need you.." He headed towards the car the company gave him and travelled, it took his an hour to arrive at his destination which was a supermarket.

Moon Gayoung, his new victim. He red the papers that he has in hand that contains informations about the said girl. She was hella rich, probably as rich as him. He shrugged and threw the paper on the passenger seat before getting his dslr and his digital camera. He headed out his car and dusted his pants. His outfit which was the one that look like a tourist wouls wear never gave him off, it always worked and so he headed inside the supermarket and tried to spot the young girl hawkeye. Upon seeing her, he pretended that he would grab a few things but he would take her picture after, he followed her discreetly. One thing he was thankful at was how he acted good. He personally thinks that he is a good actor but being a paparazzi is better. He is low profile but he still earns hell lot.

Taking a picture after another, he discreetly followed the girl til she headed to the parking lot. In a good distance, he zoomed his camera then hid the dslr. He now went to the car that was beside her but got surprised at her sudden question to him. The girl was sly. She knew that he has been following her since earlier. So he decided to answer. "You are not even that interesting to me. What is interesting is the money i am earning for following you." He said, he took enough pictures for today so he decided to get his pack of cigarettes and light a stick.

@[p] shon minho Ga Young was pushing a trolley through the supermarket, her earbuds hanging slightly out of her purse as she walked through the store. She was looking at oranges, picking up a few things for herself and her father. Her mother was at home and lived about an hour away. So when her father fell ill while on a case in Seoul, Ga Young was tasked with taking care of him. She luckily was not filming anything today and didn't have a lot schedule wise. She was to visit the hospital and say hello. So far Ga Young had grabbed oranges, some of her father's favorite tea and a bottle of water for him. She mosied around the store contemplating whether or not he needed more medicine.

She knew that the paparazzi followed her frequently but today was a little different. She had gone out of her way not to be noticed. Ga Young didn't want anyone to know where she was except her manager. She especially didndidn't want the public to know who her father was. He was a fairly well known lawyer. Her mother and father were ridiculously wealthy and Ga Young wanted nothing to do with said money. However, people tended to suspect her being a spoiled rich girl. So as she mosied around the store, the paparazzi following closely behind her, she became irritated. She just had to get to her car.

She paid for her items and placed the bags into her trolley, walking briskly out into the warm June air. It was a bit windy today, her dark hair blowing off her shoulders as she walked. She could hear his camera clicking behind her and she stopped near her car. Ga Young turned quickly, cheeks puffing out in annoyance.

"What is so interesting about me shopping?" She asked the man making him stop to look at her. She put one hand on her hip, the other stil clutching the handle of the trolley.

@[p] tao "Ah~" Wendy let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed hold of the trolley from the entrance. It had been a while since Wendy had been out alone doing something aside from getting drunk, hurting herself or getting herself into more trouble. Even though it took a while longer than it should have been, Wendy was glad she was out of the moping phase with the cast on her left arm serving her as a constant reminder that she was being dumb and stupid previously. Nonetheless, the girl was glad that she had been able to get out of her crappy lifestyle and that she was going to make the best of whatever she had now.

Pushing the trolley through the entrance, Wendy made a beeline to the fruits and vegetable section, it had a been a while since her fridge had been filled with anything. She remembers opening it the previous morning only to see nothing but overdue food, a gross sight. Shuddering at the thought, Wendy doesn't think twice before she moves swiftly through the aisles, picking up groceries as she went along. Stopping only when she accidently knocks into someone. "OH MY GOD! I'm sooooo sorry." Wendy said, rushing over from behind the trolley to the tall stranger's side. " Oh my, oh my. I hope you're not hurt." She mutters to him, checking him out for any injuries in the process.

@[i] iu Sending her a feigned smile he spoke up. "Sure, I believe you. Can you let me go now?" Sehun pulled his arm away once again, in hopes she would just leave him be now. And no, he didn't really care about the people around them either. He just wanted to get away from her and so what if they'd hear it all and write about it? Sehun had nothing to hide.
"You have a boyfriend, right? You should just forget everything. I came here to buy something and not to talk to you."

@[i] sehun Jieun didn't mind the eyes staring back at her. In fact, all the worries about negative press and comments of hate building up in yet another article about her dissipated. All Jieun really wanted right now as for Sehun to see how much she really did care; she wanted some clarification that, deep inside, he really did care about her, too.
The loneliness was too much to bare right now.
"If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't be talking to you, would I?" she replied, in a calm yet serious tone that resonated throughout the long aisle. Pictures were being taken and gossip was exchanged, yet silence lingered over both of them.

@[i] iu Coming to a halt when she called after him once again, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to shout back at her. The eyes looking at the both of them had already made him uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath he responded.
"I'm more than just fine, actually. But I just meant to say that I doubt that you care about me even now, understood?" Sehun tightened his grip on the chocolate bar which he had probably squashed by now. He didn't want to hear anything from Jieun anymore. He simply didn't care and he didn't want to have contact with her again. Sehun didn't want to. It'd remind him too much of his past, which he had just gotten over.
"I don't intend to hold a conversation with you nor start having contact with you again."

@[i] sehun Cold hair hit the palm of Jieun's hand, and for a second, it took her a moment to realize Sehun was walking away again. Days of Sehun's open mouth in laughter, the way his arms seemed to be made just for Jieun, his lips moving perfectly against Jieun's skin... She snapped out of it and blinked, awaking herself from her momentary trance. Jieun reminded herself that she had a love of her life right now, get a grip, Jieun. With her feet planted firmly on the ground and her mind out of the clouds, she called after Sehun, not minding the numerous eyes whipping around to look at the fighting pair.
"I cared about you enough to know that you would've done better with someone else!" She scoffed. "You seem fine now..."

@[i] iu Sehun finally felt relieved. He noticed that his shoulders had started tensing up when he talked to her, he just really disliked her. They didn't part on good terms and that's why. Sehun flinched a little upon feeling her grip, squeezing his eyes shut. He somehow knew she wouldn't give up so easily, just like she didn't before. Letting out a bitter laugh he pulled his arm away from her grasp.
"If you really would've cared about me you wouldn't have broken up with me, right? Leave me be." Sehun rolled his eyes as he felt annoyed by her meaningless words and actions.

( OOPS I JUST REALIZED THAT I WROTE SHE INSTEAD OF HE-- /kicked )

@[i] sehun With a sigh, Jieun couldn't help but run after Sehun like she always used to do. She knew he might push her away, curse at her, tell her how much he hated her and let out another string of curse words. And because of their first - and last - fight, Jieun knew would happen.
But she just had to try.
Her fingers grasped Sehun's arm and held him back. Jieun breathed heavily at their close proximity and tightened her grip on him. Soon, she started talking to his turned back.
"I know that you could probably care less about me," she started quietly. "But I care. I hate you, but I.. I.."
Mentally, she kicked herself. What was he doing to her?

@[i] iu Honestly, Sehun couldn't care less about her current state. She heard that the girl was dating someone now and of course he'd read all these articles about her. He couldn't feel guilty for her, even if he used to love her. The past is the past. He couldn't deny it but he found it quite amusing how low her tone was. Usually she was all loud and energetic and what not. Well, maybe that's the past too.
"Well, I think that's most likely your fault. If you wouldn't have gotten yourself in too many scandals people still would be nice to you" he said in a sharp tone. "I'll get going now. It was nice to see you again, I guess." Sehun continued to walk, not even caring about leaving her behind.

@[i] sehun Immediately, the sight of Sehun triggered millions of memories that raced through Jieun's mind. It was all there - their first kiss, their first time, their last kiss, and the fight that ultimately ended their romance. She hugged the container of chocolates to her chest and looked up at Sehun, his dark gaze further triggering more memories until she just had to look down. Her words came out chopped and were filled with sadness and anger.
"I would be, if they had been a little more nicer to me," she said softly.
Jieun laced her hands around the cart's handle again and tried to push past Sehun, but for some reason, she wouldn't budge.

@[i] iu Earlier Sehun decided to stop by the supermarket since his stomach started grumbling.. very loud. After he'd grabbed a few packages of ramen he figured he should get some candy as well. His eyes wandered around for the candy section sign and when he finally found it he made his way to it. Sehun decided to just get a chocolate bar, it would satisfy his 'candy hunger' and it would be enough for him to survive. If he could he would spend his life eating chocolate only.. but he'd get diabetes and never get to eat it again. When he his heel and walked past a girl he accidentally bumped into her arm. Sehun turned his head to look at whoever he'd bumped into he couldn't help but to grit his teeth. "Are you that nice to everyone.. Jieun?" he asked.

@[i] sehun With sunglasses perched upon her nose and her lips pursed shut, Jieun quietly pushed around the cart in which held some food and a six pack of beer. She kept her head down as maneuvered around the aisles, her fingers brushing lightly over the different sweets that tempted her as she passed by the candy aisle quickly. With the hate circling around her right now, Jieun couldn't afford to be seen binge eating on marshmallows. The paparazzi might snap a picture and think that she was weak, stuffing her face with sweets to numb the pain of the bashing. But, just as she was about to quietly tip a container of assorted chocolates into her cart, someone had bumped into her arm and caused the container to fall to the ground.
Jieun cursed under her breath and sighed heavily, looking up to confront whoever had done the deed. "Watch it you - "
But she stopped, and trailed off, and looked up to see Sehun looking down at her with a deep stare.

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@[p] joy The girl felt embarrassed for making Sooyoung help her up and walk her out of the convenience store. Irene turned around, waving at the old lady in the cashier and followed Sooyoung wobbly out of the story, wincing ever so slightly every time she stepped with the leg that was bleeding out. Her hand gripped onto Sooyoung’s tightly.

“Sorry about that,” Irene muttered out, Sooyoung helping her sit down on a bench outside the store gently. “Thank you, Sooyoung-sshi, really,” Irene told the girl with a smile, sighing out loudly and looking at the gash on her knee.

She would have to treat it with alcohol once she was back at the apartment. That wasn’t something she was expecting any time soon – the pain was going to be horrible.

Irene blinked once and twice as Sooyoung kneeled in front of her and between her legs, her back facing Irene. “Just try to hold onto me tight, okay?” Sooyoung said, and Irene tilted her head before smiling at the girl kneeling down before her.

“I’m guessing we’re going to be doing piggyback home, Sooyoung-sshi?” Irene giggled out, slowly resting her hands over Sooyoung’s shoulders.

Irene’s legs were on either side of Sooyoung’s waist and her arms wrapped themselves around Sooyoung’s neck. Irene clasped her hands together and rested her head on Sooyoung’s shoulder, sighing out at the warmth of the girl’s body.

Would she be able to carry Irene properly? Sure, Irene was small and didn’t weight much and sure Sooyoung was taller, but she wasn’t sure if Sooyoung could handle Irene all the way to her apartment – it was around twenty minutes away and Irene had, in fact, gained some weight because of Wendy ordering so much pizza as of late.

Sooyoung’s warmth made Irene’s eyes flutter closed, but when Sooyoung spoke up, saying, “Also don’t mess up with directions. It’s late and dark already, I don’t want to get lost,” Irene’s eyes snapped back open as Sooyoung stood up, Irene on her back like a baby koala.

“O-of course, I won’t mess up, Sooyoung-sshi,” Irene said, gripping her hands together and her legs squeezing Sooyoung’s waist. Irene let out a breath as Sooyoung’s hands grabbed onto the back of her knees so she wouldn’t fall down. “Um… the apartment is across the Han River Bridge. After that, keep walking forward for three blocks and then turn to the left and pass two blocks.”

@[p] joy Irene blinked down as Joy moved the camera away from her hands.

She was still in mild shock and couldn’t believe that she had tripped. Honestly, she was just excited to be able to sign the camera for Sooyoung and excited to give the girl her phone number. Irene just wanted to be able to keep in touch with Sooyoung because she seemed like a really nice person.

When Sooyoung spoke up, asking, “Are you okay?” Irene looked up to meet Sooyoung’s eyes. They were filled with a mixture of emotions – worry, anger, concern – and Irene looked down at her scraped knee to find out that one of the cuts was bleeding. However, it didn’t hurt – it probably didn’t hurt as much as it did for Sooyoung and her broken camera.

“Y-yeah, I… I’m okay, Sooyoung-sshi… but your camera isn’t…” Irene sighed out, her lower lip shaking slightly. Even though Sooyoung told her that it was okay and that it could wait, Irene couldn’t help but say sorry and feel the need to cry.

Why did she have to slip and ruin it, literally? Why did she have to be so clumsy as to break something as important as Sooyoung’s camera? Why was she such a mess?

Most important, how could Sooyoung worry so much about Irene and not her work medium?

“You should go home and get this treated,” Sooyoung said as she stared down at Irene’s bleeding knee. She dismissed her previous statement and was only staring at Irene with worry before asking her if she had a car and if she needed a ride.

Irene looked up at Sooyoung with a blink, shaking her head. “No… I don’t have a car. I was going to go from here and walk to our apartment… but I can walk, this is nothing, really,” she said, standing up slightly, her knees shaking and her cut burning. Before standing up completely she fell on the ground again and sighed out, looking at Sooyoung with embarrassment.

Damn after shock.

“Never mind – could you take me, Sooyoung? I mean… if that isn’t too much to ask,” she started, thanking Sooyoung as she extended her hand out to help her get up. “Thank you.”

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@[p] joy Irene followed suit as the taller girl led the way into the supermarket. The taller girl’s words rung through Irene’s ears, going in through one ear and out through another, as Sooyoung processed Irene’s words.

Still, Irene was holding onto the camera in her hands as they entered the store, the air hitting Irene’s exposed arms and making her hairs stand up. A shiver ran up and down her spine and she shook a bit as Sooyoung turned around to meet Irene’s eyes. Her voice was filled with teasing but layered in a joking tone; Irene felt that maybe the taller one of the two-held spite in her words.

Each word that hit Irene made her face turn beat red, embarrassed at the accusation of the taller girl. The chuckle that escaped Sooyoung’s plump, pink lips made a twinge inside Irene’s heart, break, and her hands clutched onto the camera.

Sooyoung sounded irritated at her own words, despite trying to lighten up the mood.

“N-no, Sooyoung-sshi, it’s nothing like that,” Irene began, giving the taller girl a gentle smile. “I just… um… I need… um, stuff, so…” Irene confessed, slumping her shoulders.

The taller girl didn’t respond to her words but Irene took that as understanding. Irene caught a glimpse of Sooyoung nodding her head a bit before speaking up, “I’ll get the sharpie now. Let’s just meet outside when we’re both done, I shouldn’t know about your personal issue.”

Irene let out a soft sigh, holding onto the taller girl’s camera as Sooyoung walked off to the back of the store. As Irene made her way through the aisles, she smiled down at the camera in her hand. It made her happy to know that a stranger – that really wasn’t much of a stranger, when Irene thought about it, because she was a reporter, so she probably knew more about Irene than Irene wants to know – confided the short girl with something as prized as their camera.

It’s oddly… reassuring, thought Irene, smiling brighter, stopping in front of a stand and grabbing a pack of pads hurriedly walking off. Irene caught a glimpse of brown and green ombre hair on the counter walking out of the store, so she made sure to quickly pay to be able to sign the taller girl’s camera.

Really, though, it was odd to think this way, but Irene wanted to get to know the stranger she bumped into that night.

More and more.

After paying and grabbing hold of the plastic bag filled with what she bought, Irene bowed at the old lady on the other side of the counter, stepped with her left foot and her right foot got knotted along with her left shoe’s laces. Irene fell on the ground with a loud crash, the camera flying off of her hold and falling harshly on the ground.

God, if you exist, let the camera be okay, Irene thought, the cashier gasping and asking if she was okay as Irene sat up, wincing at her scratched knees and elbows. Irene only smiled at the cashier and she heard the entrance bell ring as Sooyoung walked inside the store.

Would she be mad? Would she not want to talk to Irene?

Irene blinked down at the camera, trying not to cry in front of the tall reporter. Irene’s shaking hands went to grab the camera, which now had a slightly cracked lens.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t…. I didn’t meant to…”

@[i] baekhyun

Seulgi walked along each aisle of the market, buying things necessary for her daily living. She kept her shades on along with her hood, hoping not to be noticed by the public to avoid any screaming from them. The idol silently hum a random song that pops in her head. She adjusted her hood a bit, to be sure that she's safe from the public. The lass just hopes that she won't create any scene like she usually does with everyone in public.

@[p] joy “From K-Soul?” Irene repeated.

Redundant on her part, but she was trying to process it. The girl’s – Park Sooyoung – words echoed in Irene’s thoughts for a short moment before the girl blinked, letting out a small gasp and smiling soon after.

“O-oh, so you’re a reporter, Sooyoung?”

_____.

There go Irene’s formalities.

Instead of speaking up again, Irene just held onto the camera in her shaking hand. Definitely it wasn’t that she was scared or that it was cold – but for it being summer, it was a bit chilly. She was shaking because she dropped all formalities by accident and she was nervous to be in charge of such a possession. Cameras for reporters were like vocal chords for singers.

You can’t do your job and passion without them. They are necessary, and knowing this, a nervous feeling bubbled in the pit of Irene’s stomach as the taller girl spoke, her eyes shifting softly as she said her name.

“Park Sooyoung… it’s a really pretty name, by the way,” Irene continued, before the girl mentioned how she’d go ahead and buy a sharpie.

Irene watched the tall girl shrug and walk towards to the entrance of the convenience store she was going to head into. Suddenly, Irene remembered what she wanted to buy and she flushed at the thought of forgetting and followed the taller girl towards the entrance, camera in hand and face beat red.

“I can trust you with that, right?” The taller girl began, turning around before entering the convenience store.

The shorter girl nodded softly. “O-of course, I’ll take care of it as if it were my own… Um, but, I’ll go –”

“Oh, and also, you were going in too, weren’t you?” Park Sooyoung interrupted, and Irene stopped in her tracks, blinking at the taller girl. “Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it.”

Irene’s face turned a deeper red as the girl asked her what she needed from the store. “I… I feel bad telling you… I’ll just… I’ll go in with you… Um, it’s a personal issue, you know?” Irene questioned, following the girl towards the entrance of the market.

*walks in and buys some cigarettes*

@Suzy *walks around lazily*
eww~ why i have to go here to shop myself?
i have a manager not for nothing
*sighs*

@[i] kris /lazily follows your footstep with a rather bored expression plastered on my face as I fiddle around with my camera lens/
And here we have Mr. Wu Yi Fan tackling the grocery ish business all alone and making casual conversation with himself! What an interesting observation we have here, ladies and gentlemen.
Is he just too poor to afford to get someone else to do it for him? Is he really that lonely and friendless that he's driven to the point where the only person who's willing to stand his existence is himself? Has he lost complete control all over s? And most importantly, what type of soup is he into?
/shrugs without a care in the world, deciding to shamelessly capture a photo of you/ Find out. Woop woop.