street market

@son naeun ᶠ AHHH THEN LET'S GO TO THE PARKK

@cheng xiao ᶠ sCREAMS BECAUSE I SEE NOTHING HERE

@chittaphon leechaiyakul ᵐ Life was good, Hyeran decided, as she walked up the steps from the subway station, pushing a large pair of aviators onto her nose, hand brushing through her slightly tussled hair to smooth it back over her shoulder, slightly bronzed skin flashing from underneath the strap of her bordeaux dress. She loved the way it swished around her knees, the dark red a nice contrast against the black tights she wore underneath, her little ankle boots making little to no sound on the concrete as she walked. It made her feel small and delicate - so different from the always professional appearance she had to present to people at her workplace. If someone would ask her, she would immediately tell them that she hadn't dressed up for this moment, but truth be told, she had. There was a total of seven different outfits strewn all over the floor of her bedroom, the entirety of her shoe rack tossed into the hallway to find the right pair to match her outfit. But she would rather die than admit that. There was no need to lie, really, there wasn't. Especially not to the person she was supposed to meet here and yet he was the very reason she had panicked herself into second shower and several wardrobe raids.
But life was good, even though she was pretty sure her eyeliner was smudged and her lipstick had worn off completely by now. She didn't care.

It had been nothing more than a coincidence - serendipity, if she dared to say- that she had met Chittaphon, before they had been matched. Neither of them had been obligated to even contact the other after getting matched by ebae, but somehow, luck had been on her side (or their side?), having them meet even before the message had reached them both. It had been messing around at first, poking a little bit of fun at each other with flirty teasing and purportless touches. The dark haired curator couldn't really say when it had started to develop into something more, the gentle blooming of a sometimes not so innocent crush on the tall Thai male that now seemed to sweep her off her feet so effortlessly with a simple smile or a kiss. It was the reason she was here now and maybe, just maybe, if she was being honest with herself, the reason she thought life was good sometimes.
Hyeran had gone through enough ty dates to know that something like affection didn't just fall into your lap because you asked for it or thought someone was attractive. Quite the contrary actually.
With Chittaphon though, everything seemed to be easy, like something she could handle without feeling out of place, like she needed to be someone else. No, with him, Hyeran could be honest. She could allow herself to be soft (and wear a dress, which happened every thousand years, if someone would listen to her best friend), to be held instead of being the one holding.
It was simple and there was no label on it, but Hyeran liked it that way. One step at a time. It had seemed strange to her, that they had completely skipped over the "you got matched, talk to each other!" thing, that they had been able to fall into place like this without ever going on a date. (And no, she didn't count that one time she had wanted to watch Lilo and Stitch with the raven haired male as a date. They never actually made it to that point - they had chosen to kiss instead, which wasn't bad, but a real date seemed appropriate to soothe her mother, who was already screeching in protest inside her head.)

She had to stop in her train of thoughts then, pushing all the random ones into the back of her mind, dress swinging around her lithe frame as she got up onto her tip toes to be able to peek over the heads of the people swarming the place around her. It was as if the sun was luring them out into the open again, after months of snow and icy winds. And here they were, two of those people. Spotting him was easy for her, his tall frame standing out to her like a splotch of red on a white canvas might for other people and the smile on her rosy lips turned a tad wider. For a moment she contemplated sneaking up on him, wrapping her arms around him from behind to surprise him and yet she decided against it. She was too nervous and giddy to not trip over him and have them both crashing to the ground.
"Ten!", the young curator called out to him as soon as she was close enough for him to hear, hazelnut eyes turned little crescents behind her aviators, waving a graceful hand at him in greeting, almost as if she was shying away from a public display of affection - as if a simple peck to his cheek would be too much already. "Sorry for calling you out here to this impromptu shopping trip.", she tagged on with a chuckle, lifting the little white wicker basket she was carrying along. "But since we never really got to have our movie date, I thought it would be nice to shop for dinner tonight? You know... uh- me trying to cook for you and making a fool out of myself. Classic date."

@gong yoo ᵐ Bongyoung finished his choreographed dance to the weak, scattered sound of applause. Even with so few people around him, he still bowed his head, chest heaving with every breath as his lungs tried to obtain oxygen once more, and thanked everyone. He picked up his hat from the ground, a plain black baseball cap with an extra long strap along the back. Bongyoung never understood the trend, but his friend had given him the hat as a present and he would've felt like an if he left it to collect dust in his closet. So he used it, and let the awkward strap just dangle around his life. There were a few bills in the hat, mostly from the college-age co-ed that was hoping to earn some one-on-one time with the dancer. He pocketed the bills, smiling gratefully at the girl, revealing bunny-esque teeth and a snaggletooth. She turned a bright shade of red and quickly disappeared, leaving him to shake his head with a "tsk." He raised the hem of his black hoodie up, exposing a small expanse of his skin to the cool air, to dab at his forehead. When he lowered it and could see again, he noticed a male still hanging around; he had seen the male before, he was sure if it. He wasn't there every time he performed, but enough to where Bongyoung took notice of him. The stranger had never said anything to him, and he himself was also guilty of not engaging in conversation. "So, are you going to keep standing there or are you going to say something?" he asked as he adjusted the hat on his head, keeping his tone light and more playful teasing, rather than blunt and accusatory.

[ I just reposted it here since the room got created so quickly haha ]

takes the v before gong yoo.