✈　❛ town square

@❛ youngho seo。 "w-what—hey, seo youngho!" frankly, the girl had never expected him to take such a leap of faith and dart off upon confrontation. she's left in complete awe, though knows better than to wait around and waste the essence of precious seconds on the clock. she's just about as fast as he is, leaping over that bench in pursuit of her beloved after their initial lock of eyes before she dares to follow him into the nearest grocery store. to think she'd be forced to run around town as well after her surprise of a scavenger hunt for the private eye that occurred a mere week or two earlier. yein could only be reminded of just how much she truly adored this man, willing to do practically anything and everything for him. hence, when it comes to a chase like this, she's unwilling to back down, albeit their chase now lingers in the energetic and lively aisles of the grocery store.

through the flood of customers does yein keep her hazelnut gaze upon the tall male, that look of dark tendrils that seem to blend in with the crowd still distinguished to her. however, as her pace slows, not wanting to risk drawing attention to themselves, as well as bumping into other customers and shelves, their distance widens, and, before she knows it, her beloved giant has vanished from before her eyes. carefully inspecting each aisle she stumbles upon is there a perplexed expression etched across her mien, pink lips pursed together in thought. he couldn't have simply up and vanished, right?

[] *simple transactions
damn that one typo. hope i dont have more rip

@❛ yein jung。 there amidst town square does youngho lounge upon the old wooden park bench with his legs sprawled out to stretch, gentle zephyrs brushing the feathery locks of hair away to reveal his somber visage in full. he knew his beloved jung yein would be coming to search for him, but had no idea she might /actually/ so happen to find his whereabouts. thus he relaxes and spares a few moments to admire the peace and quiet that lingers all around.

when he first moved into lavande, quite frankly, he despised the place. it was a little /too/ quiet. oh so inconvenient at that. all the stores closed up shop early in the evening, everyone knew everyone and butted their noses into each other’s business. not the sort of place he was accustomed to. and yet, gradually over time, he had learned to adore that place. perhaps because a certain someone was there with him and made every day something worth remembering.

just as he deep in nostalgic memories, reminiscing of times both good and bad, that familiar angelic voice rings out like an alarming wake up call. suddenly the private eye is snapped out of a dreamy haze, attention immediately turned toward the direction of that voice. it was her. honestly he wasn’t quite ready to face her yet . . . sure, she already eagerly reciprocated the feelings he’d poured out in pitch black ink scribbled all across the pages of the man’s love letter. but he just wasn’t ready. not so soon and certainly not without a fight.

“oh —” anxious mutters slip past chapped rosy tiers before making direct eye contact, pausing in a paralyzed split second as if for a time enchanted by the young woman’s intoxicating beauty. soon however he manages to shake his head and dart up off the bench. there isn’t an ounce of hesitation either as he springs over the bench like a long legged doe dashing from it’s predator and runs off for dear life.

“catch me if you can!” youngho barely manages to shout back between heavy calculated breathes and puerile giggles. he’s gone with the wind, swiftly changing directions towards the east; where townsfolk often flock daily to appease their insatiable hungers, replenish their emptied cupboards, or indulge in simply transactions for basic human needs.

@❛ youngho seo。 while their moment together on their recent facetime had been short-lived, it left yein puzzled, perplexity swarming the depths of her brain at the thought that her beloved could very well be lingering quite possibly anywhere within lavande. his usual teasing beyond he screen didn’t help in assuaging the sentiments rapidly building within her chest, incisors gnawing at plush, roseate tiers as she broods over her next step. she wouldn’t find him like this, no. he was residing against a wooden bench throughout that call, yes? though that could be any park, and public area residing within the expanse of the town. heck—was seo youngho even close by? for all she knew, the male could very well be in the next town over. even still, she refused to give up, forfeit to this game of blatant teasing and chasing as to give her proper response, aching to exude past precious lips that had only ever yearned for the male. and those snapchats of his that only further enticed her...

ah, but wait—snapchat. the app is linked to your location, is it not? with a small giggle does the girl tap away at her phone, an exuberant smile spread across her visage. there it was, all too clear to see. it seemed he resided within the town square... and so that’s where jung yein found herself to be, chocolate irises fervently scanning the area for one familiar and dearly missed male. tousled locks she adored and had become accustomed to firstly catch her gaze. that stature is all too well-known to her and even the slight ways he moves about and fumbles around in his spot are clear indicators that he was indeed the person she had been searching for, albeit in a chase a bit too easy. “too easy.” at least that’s what she thought.

“seo youngho! doofus! thought i couldn’t find you?” her mellifluous voice bellows as she takes a multitude of small steps closer to the private eye, hardly able to contain the scintillating upturn of the lips effervescing her overjoyed mien. hoping he will only stay put and accept his defeat, she stands her ground several feet away.

@❛ sana minatozaki。 Kiyong tilts his head slightly in that endearing manner, listening to her words, eyes fixated on the other's face. He is not going to deny that she was a pretty girl but what is more important is his job at the moment. "I stand by the contract but good to know that my partner is competent. I need someone that can catch up quickly. You would do a great job, Miss Minatozaki... or Sana. Is that okay with you?" He asks, raising his brows in a challenging manner.

She seems apprehensive. Her eyes burning with the scorching need of proving her points and to have a stance of her own. But he is not here to fight with a journalist. Sure, they have the same task that is to write but each profession differs. To make it simple to understand: Columnist talks and journalist is usually seen as a hero, sometimes, fighting against columnist. She must have read a piece from him, the look she is sending his way could bore a hole on his forehead.

But, where's the fun in it?

"Oh, right. I've read your column. Your assumption... that's cute."

@❛ kiyong jang。 Austerity once again descends over Sana's stature, rigidity coinciding with the snap of her back upon the hand protruding through her bubble. Voice awash in saccharine cascades over the threshold of her hearing, teeming just below the tumult of sibilance bouncing against the walls of the office. Her gestures enliven with a vigor and surge of menace upon the unwelcome presence of Kiyong's sudden appearance in her department.

With an eyebrow arching, a sculpted mask of animosity rears in the lines of her face. "Kiyong," tiers delivering the stern syllables into existence. His offer is met with a stiff endeavour doused with the unmistakable exigence of enmity.

"I think I can do well on my own, mister," she says through the trellis of smile adorning her face. Her eyes resplendent and cleaved with clarity. A tincture of color douses her cheeks in a warm embrace, enfolding such pallor in a rosy patch. Despite the undertones of dislike pulsating in Sana's blood, an amicable air effuses about her stance.

@❛ sana minatozaki。 A fleeting glance and Kiyong turns back to the chief of the department in front of him. His ears are not there to trick him. He heard his name passed through someone's lips. The sight of the individual doesn't faze him. He has heard about her— aspiring, energetic and all and all, not that bad of a journalist. Intense might be the proper word to describe her.

He turns his focus back to introduce himself to the team, mannered and well-spoken. His voice on a lighter tone, easy on the people who hear it and a smile cordial. He is quickly gaining the approval of everyone—

Well, except for her.

Kiyong raises his brow at the question, the small crowd around him dispersing to his left and right, making a path just for the voice to penetrate even harder. Three steps forward and he reaches his hand out, a smile warmer than the one he has used before. "I'm here for the special two-pages. It's nice meeting you, Miss Minatozaki. I hope we can be a great team in reporting this case."

"I mean, the children's case: The Butcher."

@❛ kiyong jang。 A startle holds Sana aframe, jolting back into the pages of reality rather than the cream coloured ones gripping her abound. Her eyes round in, the orbs undulating across the stature of the face that has been welcomed afore into the office. "Kiyong," the syllabicated name wisps into disbelief, his grace manning his figure into a confident stride. Sana's back snaps in accord once the head of the department ushers their attention to the novelty of Kiyong's presence, her stance wobbly and hesitant, fingers drumming onto the desk.

Sana's eyes remain trained on Kiyong. He does not have to be introduced, all the necessary details have been laid out for her by her knowledge and thirst for the semantics of the writers she has read.

Why are you here?

It stands still within the threshold of her thoughts, perforating and floating in the realm of her consciousness. He cannot be the new journalist that has followed and been whispered into her ears with the continual murmur of the people surrounding her.

No. He cannot be.

But it is all too real: Shaped and fleshed into existence. A smile singes into the edges of her cheekbones, her eyes grimacing in the process. She walks up to him.

"Why are you here?"

Introductions are a bummer, anyway.

@❛ jungmo koo。 As they were walking, they ended up quite close to each other, and Soonyoung was able to make out some of the other's features. He looked similar in age, quite handsome and with a very friendly look about him. Though, he didn't feel as friendly when he turned around to be face to face with him. He wondered for a brief second if this guy was a mugger, or worse, but one look at him full on seemed to quell that concern a little, and Soonyoung doubted the stranger could hurt a fly. "W-wait, what?" The boy's words made his eyes widen in surprise, not expecting that at all. Following him? Did he take him for the staling type? To be quite honest, Soonyoung was quite interested in the other, but not for the reason he seemed to think. As a new resident, he knew next to nobody in his complex, so a kind-looking stranger living near him would be some excellent news for the newcomer. "I'm sorry if I startled you, I just live o-ver there and maybe I shouldn't have walked so close but it can be a bit intimidating at night..." He rolls out the words faster than he can think as he gestures to his apartment building, feeling shy despite not actually doing anything wrong. Damn, the first person he'd met in town and he'd already royally messed it up, he thought with a sigh.

@❛ sana minatozaki。 Kiyong's morning ritual consists of checking the daily keywords ranking, a glass of cold water and a light thirty minutes jog in the park. As soon as he refreshes the page, he eyes the ranking and puts his tablet back to sleep. It was a girl's name, Angel Kim, 9. The name that has been brought to his attention when he visited the local police station. It has been forty-eight hours since her disappearance. He knows finding her alive is similar to winning a lottery. He sighs, pushing himself to walk over to his shower. Tomorrow's column needs to be more impactful to stress on the grimness of the situation.

He doesn't have much time getting ready, pulling on his best dress shirt and coat, his hair styled professionally. His clothes crisped, shoes shined. He learns that the first impression is always essential and acting older than your actual age gives more favour in your direction. He picks up a cup of Americano, and his bag slung on his shoulder on the way to the office he'll be working at, pointed in his contract. His stride is confident, huge and well-paced. He isn't trying to look rush, confidence is shown through your actions and words, and he would like to keep the image at his new workplace.

A flash of a smile and a hello at the receptionist, Kiyong is escorted to the office. He throws away the cup of unfinished coffee before getting into the elevator. He does a few small talks, a smile still plastered on his face. The receptionist leaves him to another general staff and the young lady quickly escorts him to the criminal news department of the publishing company. "Excuse me. I'm here with Mr Jang Kiyong." The staff says after opening the door, letting him inside and the head of the department is quick to his side, welcoming him with a handshake.

@❛ kiyong jang。 Ruminant eyes in briefing contact with the words singes into Sana's sclera, poring over the sentences and syntaxes rendering her thoughts in affliction with the journalist's writing. "No," an admonishment whispered into the daylight chiseling her features obsidian upon the mahogany of her desk.

A thin trail of vapor wisps from the lonesome cup of coffee meandering by near her, forgotten under the attention that has beheld Sana into grappling emotions of dislike and spite. Jang Kiyong, it rings hollow in her ears. The letters of which subjecting her under such a thrall of subtly crumpling the paper — a name attuned to the word indifference. Her eyes fleet over his writing:

"Who would have thought that the district so loved by many will be thrown into a panic? Children no longer are seen on the streets, and windows shut close. Edward "Teddy" Kim, 14, disappeared 14 days after his birthday, (John Lee, 9, who later went missing, lived in the same apartment as Kim). Their cadavers decapitated. Their heads found first, planted into the potted plant while the rest of their limbs were measly found a few days later.

On March, 10, Yusuf Bell had been sent to do errands for his mother - an eye witness claimed that he saw a boy similar to Yusuf entering a blue. His body was found in the abandoned Heokwha elementary school by the school janitor. His face torn was only seen days after further inspection of the ground.

The district has to impose a strict curfew and parents have now removed their children from school. They forbid them from playing outside."

He holds a particular twang to his writing that is addictive, however, Sana finds herself mistrustful of his specific column in the editorial page. His verdicts and his opinions, a fiery sludge of privilege and apathy. The tone might have been useful in newswriting but not in editorial, no no. That has always been Sana's forte, the steps and missteps of which has always kept her entranced in a dance and rhythm in sync with her fierce nature of fighting for justice.

More so than the writing, the content cleaves through her fraying consciousness, bewitching Sana to edge upon her seat, the whorls of a murder whispering up to her nose. The metallic tang of blood surges up to the back of , crippling her into a mess of emotions. Her stomach twists into a knot. God, no, please. Another child dead. Dead. The carcass of whom left to rot and decay, protruding upon the debris from the ground. Disposable. Because that's what they are: At the killer's disposal.

It blooms upon her: the thread of hatred and burning passion to exact revenge. How dare.. how dare.. she grasps at a name, a face. Faceless. Nameless. A non-entity.

The door opens.

@❛ soonyoung kwon。 Jungmo was walking quietly in the newly turned night after a rather busy and hectic drama filming. He would usually ride in his manager's car, but had decided against it since the filming location was extremely close to his home-- which, slowly yet surely, become a decision he regretted. His feet took him out of the town square quickly, while he gazed at the dark sky, an eery feeling slowly seeping over him since that moment. That feeling had only got more severe as he walked past the main roads, into the small nooks and crannies of streets that he would take to go home. The whole time, Jungmo could feel the presence of someone behind him. He was quick to assume it was a sasaeng, because it would not be the first time that such people had tried to follow him. If anyone finds him, he's easily followed by at least one person- and while Jungmo truly loves his fans, he wasn't really feeling the idea of having them all around his house because one person spied and found it out. Therefore, Jungmo makes the decision to confront the other. He turns around at some point on the road and musters on his warm, soft expression although he genuinely just feels kinda freaked out- but well, he doesn’t have the heart to be mean. “Hey- I’d really appreciate it if you stopped following me. Til here is fine, it’s just.. all the way home makes me feel kinda uncomfortable? Yeah..” He flashes a small smile at the other, who he now notices as a male, with a sheepish chuckle leaving him at the same time.

@❛ jungmo koo。 Soonyoung finally reached the most rewarding time of day, when dusk slowly turned to night and he was able to pack up shop for the day. He set all the remaining bouquets in the back before locking up, the sign reading closed on the doorframe a relief to his tired eyes. Despite loving what he did quite a lot, he was excited to get home, spending what would be his first night in his new apartment, alone for the first time. He walked slowly out of the town square, enjoying the beautiful atmosphere of his new town, paying more attention than he usually would on the route home to make sure he didn't get lost. The farther he got out of the main streets, the less pedestrians there were, and soon there was only one person in front of him, who would presumably go his own way in time, as well. Yet nearly 10 minutes later, he was still there, taking every turn along with the stranger until they were almost to his new place.

after taking the dog to the animal hospital to ensure that her health was restored and all was well, sehun spent the rest of the day making posters so that perhaps the dog could be returned to its rightful owners. the pet had a collar with her name; vivi, engraved on it, but no phone number to follow up with. vivi had been found in an alleyway he took as a short cut to get to grocery near town square. the poor pet had been found so terribly frightened; trembling and quivering in utter fear. luckily, the dog hadn't gotten injured and was medically cleared by the veterinarian. sehun had thought about bringing vivi to the shelter, but was already attached to the curly-haired companion. vivi made him feel less lonely and apprehensive about people. however, sehun did promise himself that he'd check the animal shelter everyday, to hear or see of anyone looking about a recently lost dog. "done." he said, sticking the last poster onto the glass of a bus stop shelter near a busy intersection.sehun looked down at vivi. the dog was just sitting, looking up at him with a tilt of her head to the side, as if she were questioning just what on earth he was doing. sehun instantly lit up in a smile, crouching down to pet her. "home time."

@❛ sooji bae。 [] yeah ofc do what you want

@❛ sooji bae。 "okay. perfect." chanyeol answered her, but has his eyebrows furrow slightly at the mentioning of how she almost got engaged. he could relate, as he was engaged before to none other than lisa of course, but now, they were strangers. bitterswertness flooded him at the mere thought of her again. shoving the thought of his ex out of his mind, he returned to the present, scoffing at the designer's comment. "geez you make me sound like im some teenage boy wanting to just all the time." he said exasperatedly. "remember, friends with benefits, i want to just chill and friends like friends to do, so yeah just come over with me and we can cuddle and binge movies to start."

@❛ sooji bae。 he blinked in surprise, astonished that suzy had observed a lot of his poor behavior. "not really, i think.." chanyeol started, trying to come up with his own ground rules. "just don't end up falling for me? i won't be able to reciprocate." he said with a small, crooked smile. "and sure, i'll respect your wishes." he added. "if i need your company, i'll at least text beforehand to let you know." although it wasn't completely random, the fact that suzy had openly and formally discussed such a possibility between them did make chanyeol feel odd. perhaps it was because the way in which he viewed the latter was somewhat of a workaholic and a stern, mature adult who often got disappointed by immature people like him. "so, wanna come over now?" he asked with a grin.

@❛ sooji bae。 "you should start, it's /so/ good, so much drama and twists." chanyeol advised, enthusiastically pitching his recommendation for the specific tv series. following her for their iced coffees and getting in line for them, he was hardly expecting the latter to return to the subject of his fwb joke, especially when it had been quick to dismiss. he was definitely taken off guard when she brought it back up, asking for his insight about such nature of a relationship, and even, to his greatest surprise, hypothetically offering her interest. "of course. i just broke up with an on-and-off ex for about almost 5 years, i'm definitely not looking to catch feelings. i just miss the intimacy." he stated, his affect flat and monotone. chanyeol then raised an eyebrow, intrigued, pondering on what ground rules suzy would lay out, /if/ she were to become friends with benefits. "oh yeah? what kind of rules."

@❛ sooji bae。 "awww." he replied, voice dripping with disappointment. chanyeol then put on a pout, his turn to cross his arms now. "you're no fun." of course, he was only humoring her, or was he really? in all honesty, chanyeol he knew he wouldn't mind such relationship, but he wouldn't actively pursue such a relation either. actually, he decided that it was dependent on the other person, how opposed or willing the latter would be. and judging by suzy's reaction, it seemed like she was not for the idea at all. "pfft, is your name daenerys? no, so no." he scoffed.

@❛ sooji bae。 "suuuure you do." chanyeol playfully replied back, stretching our the duration of his answer, just like she had. putting his hands on hips, with a pose of one foot forward and the other back, he just stood there triumphantly- knowing that she didn't actually dislike him. "renegotiate in what way, friends with benefits?" he sleazily asked her with a small smirk, following her, hands behind his back. spotting a synthetic a welcome flower wreath that one hung on doors as decor, chanyeol took it off the shelf and placed the piece atop of suzy's head as a prank- pretending the wreath was a flower crown accessory.

@❛ yein jung。 @❛ changmin shim。 instantaneously upon sensing the once brutal tension lift off their shoulders, youngho let out quite the deep guttural sigh of relief. of course there was still some other bad blood to be dealt with– particularly between himself and the bubbly female who so easily shares skinship. upon receiving the little kiss does his nose scrunch up in vexation, still rather stubborn to submit. however he speaks nothing of inner pains. only opts to try his very best to simply.. forget.

“we have to get one of those huge funnel cakes. also jokbal.” an excited and elated voice hums out in it’s sing–song tune as an arm slithers round the taller male’s waistline and slowly cinches him into a tight yet earnest squeeze. “maybe we can find somebody selling soju or whatever. if not, i got plan b right here.” he explains, using a free hand to remove the flask from his inner coat pocket and shakes it as he coos as if it were a rattle. weak albeit blissful chuckles emit and he moves forward in near perfect sync with his two unlikely companions for the day.

@❛ sooji bae。 as soon as he saw her hand go south towards his precious babymaker, chanyeol immediately jumped back, his hands going right to his sacred male part. "whoa, suzy, we're not quite at that stage yet! watch where your hands are going." chanyeol teased jokingly.

@❛ sooji bae。 "aw you want me around, i'm flattered bae." chanyeol smiles, his eyes crinkling up in the process because the curve on his lips is so wide. "i'm not a handful..." he pouts. "people just don't have the same great mental capacity as me." he argues, still pouting. his face takes for a look of demise when suzy mentions of how certain people spend money on stupid, overrated, flashy brand names like supreme. "honestly i don't even find supreme that nice looking. too flashy and childish in my opinion." he laughs in amusement when suzy just takes the pillow and carelessly ditches with a roasting comment towards it. the girl's blunt; straight-forward and mean when it comes to humor, which chanyeol can definitely relate to. he widens his stance so that he's nearly the same height as her. "there. better?" he looks back to suzy as well. "well, dating taller girls is easier, but if they're a little shorter they can just go on heels, or i can just do what i'm doing right now- spreading my legs for them. oh that's what she said!" chanyeol remarked, laughing at his own joke.

@❛ sooji bae。 [] lmaooo true ok ok nvm faillll

"rip, is this where out date ends?" chanyeol humors her, going along with whatever she says. "you assumed right, i'm kind of high maintenance." he joked, grinning widely. "their quality okay? but where do i shop, oh no big deal, just hugo boss, diesel, lacoste, ralph lauren. but i also like my casual brands like tommy hilfiger and calvin klein too." chanyeol recited to her. reaching the decor section, he picks up an itchy looking furry and fuzzy sofa cushion that he spots in his peripheral vision. taking the ends of the cilia-like material, he tickles suzy's face with it at her cheek. "i do shop for my furniture at target though."

@❛ sooji bae。 [] :D why is suzy nice to him

"they weren't bad." he adds, not actually minding the glasses, because well, with suzy's looks the girl could pretty much pull off anything. "of course i look cute. i look good in anything." chanyeol replies proudly, grinning before he takes off the glasses and puts them back where he saw her take it from last. again, her arm comes out of nowhere and links around his, but chanyeol doesn't mind it. he's already accustomed to it by now. "oh god no, i'd never shop for clothes at target unless i'm buying socks."

@❛ sooji bae。 he scoffed at her rhetorical question. "true, you didn't." chanyeol stated, watching her try on a pair of aviators with pink lenses. "you look like an abg about to go to some outdoor music festival." he replied with a snicker, when the latter asked for his opinion on the pair of shades. "fail." chanyeol just says in disapproval at her clumsy act. reaching out, he gently takes the glasses from suzy's hands and puts them on. she's chosen a pair of horned rim sunglasses, with an off-black tints and gold details along the frames. chanyeol checks himself out in the small mirror that's on the rack of where the sunglasses are displayed. "i look so hipster."

@❛ sooji bae。 [] fail i

"a family friend's." chanyeol answers. "nice, sweet, i'll text them to you later. just something simple and classy in design is all i ask for." they start walking towards the franchise, getting out of the parking lot and the relentless heat of summer, into the cool AC-driven interior of the department store. "yeah- i locked it." the abrupt pause in his simple answer out of suzy's forwardness; the girl hooking her arm around his, dragging him. he thought she had seen a good bargain or deal that she wanted to check out, but instead she just brought him by a clothesless mannequin. he looked down to her with a sardonic, dry expression. "ha ha, so funny.." chanyeol stated, clearly unamused. "and you say i'm immature.."

@❛ sooji bae。 [] lmaooo i completely forgot chanyeol's wrist is injured ajsgdsadjgd. but it's okay we'll say he driving with one hand ripppppp

"oof, a waitress, that's still pretty bad." chanyeol said with a grimace, knowing the daily hassle of the particular occupation. serving hangry people was another whole separate topic that could go on. "you're a designer? damn, i should send you my measurements. i need a suit for an upcoming wedding soon." he spoke with interest, pulling into target's parking lot. it was only a short drive, which he could manage with his healing wrist, especially since he had taken residential streets where there weren't streets and much cars. as soon as her song choice came onto the speakers, chanyeol cheered. "yesssss, i love this song! it's been stuck in my head for the past week now ugh." it also had been on repeat for him due to the fact that the lyrics were the exact narration of a pressing, passing encounter in the last week that had spurred a messy entanglement of conflicted feelings. he didn't want to deal with such lingering emotions right now. chanyeol turned off his engine just as shawn mendes's voice started. "we'll continue this karaoke session later." he told suzy with a small smile, before unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car.

@❛ sooji bae。 he chuckles at her reasoning. "have you worked in retail?" chanyeol asks, remembering that some of the weirdest and tiest human interactions he'd experienced when he had been working in the service industry. "but i like that idea of doing something different." chanyeol nodded to her question. "yeah, go for it. you can connect your bluetooth to the speakers too, play whatever music you like."

@❛ youngho seo。 @❛ changmin shim。 the female’s eyes dart between the tall males before her, a small smile gracing her lips to witness the interaction lighten and ease up in tone. she could only hope that they were all getting along, even if just slowly. “see, aren’t you two glad i forced you both to come out?” no further words leave her lips as she steps close to each male, standing on the tip of her toes to place a soft, gentle kiss on the corner of each man’s lips, her lips reverting to that of a smirk that is almost teasing, nearly devilish.

after reverting to her original situation between the trio, yein flattens out her skirt with the palms of her hands, as if dusting them. a calm expression washes over her visage as she eyes the many stands in the distance - food stands and games and activities, she assumed. with an arm curling around changmin’s figure beside her own, she hops a bit out of excitement, eyes darting around at few other tenants who also seem to be making their way to the town square’s festivity. “why don’t we get going then? i call food first - i’m looking forward to what the vendors may be selling.” those pink lips of hers form a small pout, hoping the pair’s wishes are in alignment with hers.