✈　❛ bookstore

@❛ youngho seo。 the apples of cherubic cheeks are dusted over with endearing shades of light rose, only complimenting her appearance at the entrance of the bookstore. irises emblazoned with tinges of hazelnut seem to effervesce with gleaming luster at the mention of a present, though yein is determined to hide that excitement until she could deliver her own present, because yes, she had but one last gift aside from the collection of delightful letters, wild blooms, and even herself. “awh, daddy got me a present?” her voice is delectable in its esse, chocolate orbs gazing upon the male’s countenance in sheer adoration. “well, i still have one last gift for you so we’ll both have to wait a bit!” there’s a small chuckle that exudes past plush lips as the female takes ahold of her beloved’s hand—much larger than hers and yet still seemingly filling the gap in her own hand just perfectly—before leading him through corridors of the paradisiacal store, wooden floorboards littered with carmine flower petals. finally does she lead him to a table set for two—an elaborate candlelit three-course dinner; appetizer of bruschetta, main course of balsamic glazed chicken thigh atop a bed of jasmine rice, and dessert of the infamous jiggly, japanese cheesecake, alongside two glasses sitting beside an unopened bottle of champagne.

@❛ yein jung。 how utterly exhausting it was to dart from place to place, breaking an unbearable sweat as he chased after a near invisible woman whose little breadcrumbs of notes and fresh blooms acted as the bait which lured him in. once again jung yein was perhaps the one and only human being on this wretched earth who could muster such efforts from a man so set in his ways, determined to be a skeptic, vowing to never love until his life’s mission was complete. and yet there he stood loitering impatiently just outside the closed bookshop doors, allowing for this little blip in time to cause great distraction. there could be no stopping nor helping how this one girl managed to twist her way back into youngho’s life, slowly consuming him whole as her warm affections and sentiments seeped through his entirety until reaching the farthest depths. whether he liked or not (and at this particular moment he in fact did) the tenant from apartment a18 was and always would be a part of him. her tender kiss forever lingered at the edge of his lips. her soothing murmurs like a siren’s call beckoning him to further venture into the crashing seas of what could only be described as infatuation. perhaps, too, he thought his father and sister might have wanted this sort of development for the sake of his sanity. to have even the most minuscule sliver of happiness. sure, things were still so.. ing complicated. even when the two were just stupid kids, they always partook in their little game of cat and mouse. just one of many reasons the p.i. was eternally drawn to his lovely companion whose spell over him has lasted a lifetime. finally those doors swing open to reveal the ultimate prize; her. the love of his life. of course he’d never utter a single word about all these complex emotions and innermost thoughts. instead he would simply coil either arm tightly around the girl’s tiny waist, drag her in flush close by those silky tresses, and begin peppering her face in abysmal wet kisses. “don’t get testy with me now, honey.” the male coos in a raspy tone as his lips curl up into a bright gleaming smile as he gently pinches her flushed rosy cheek. “or else you won’t get to see the present daddy got for you.”

@❛ youngho seo。 it’s well after store hours, and while street lights illuminate the dark strip of stores containing the delicate bookstore, a rustic glare of bronze coruscates from within the tiny store. carefully unlocking the entrance does the girl clothed in a white blouse and plaid miniskirt open the door with a twist of the brass knob, arms that have been empty beyond a week immediately coiling around the frame of her lover, as if embedding the touch of the person she held so dearly back into herself, a harmonious melody emblazoned into the girl. there’s an agonizing moment of silence and what feels like near indelible /aching/, and yet yein’s lips painstakingly meet youngho’s own luscious tiers in a fervid, delectable greeting, the slight jingle of the bell upon her obsidian, silk choker audible with every movement in which she presses herself flush against the private eye for a better liplock of ardor. upon parting from the messy kiss does she wipe the saliva from her plush lips with the padding of her thumb, roseate tiers upturned into a tender smile with a tinge of bittersweet lament—the anguish imbuing dark bistre orbs is clear to see, the woman practically speechless at the recollection of apologies and confessions alike she had poured out through inked words upon paper. she had made her beloved run around the town in her little game, and to greet him like this—a plethora of complex sentiments runs deep, and yet her idée fixe for the man before her rushes back into her senses, a world of resplendent hues.
“my husband! seo youngho, i missed you so much, you idiot! how could you leave me alone for so long???” with fervent whines does the girl bring her tiny fists forward to pound against the p.i.’s chest in a childish manner. eyebrows are furrowed together on her mien, the expanse of that pale canvas also filled with pink lips curving outward into a precious pout.

⎡ ᴊᴜɴɢ ʏᴇɪɴ's sᴄᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ ʜᴜɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘ.ɪ. | ғɪɴᴀʟᴇ ⎦— bookstore

i’m glad of your efforts thus far, dear husband! ♡ though there is one last step before i will allow you to see me. please present the ten-word passcode based on this set of numbers: 11, 86, 18, 48, 42, 35, 20, 5, 14, 1.

+ the letter is handwritten and taped against the front door of the bookstore, locked.
+ the thread will not begin until the ten-word passcode is presented through text message.

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@❛ sana minatozaki。 an enigma in its splendiferous grandeur, for the enrapturing caliber of a realm all too exalting becomes punctilious in seizing an unsullied soul that yet still encompasses infernal concepts. /ah, how can i exist in a world this vivid and breathtaking?/, the girl thinks to herself. the viability of a besmirched life is but a beautiful lie, its esse an opposition of a riveting magnetism toward a world kissed with utter august. tender adoration is like the saccharine touch of a lover, caressing sultry skin with nothing but unalloyed adulation.

/just who will i be today, and what kind of mask will i wear?/ ebullient irises in their state of opalescence are diaphanously osculated with benignant shades of dark amber in an inebriating reverie. no, no - she is here to enjoy herself, not act under fervent stage lights and lambent stars of a limpid sky. in fact, that sort of cacophonous pathos is the very last thing jung yein wants to overtake her frail self on this outing. could she simply not enjoy a small jaunt with a friend without the dissonance of her very own mind grating against her ears? oppressive matter becomes asphyxiating and the young woman's flitting away from that lamented world of intransigent negativity nearly becomes paradoxical. she's sinking, and a voice that can barely cry out in its ailing comportment is only extricated upon the familiar calling of her name.

"sana, sana, sana!" upturned lips are vociferous as empty arms that have been full of longing coil themselves around the dear friend's frame, as if yein's asinine realm of pessimism had not left her /non compos mentis/ and unable to breathe, rendering her into docile enervation. she was acting again, and oh, how she wholly abhorred herself for it. "it's been so long since we've gotten to go out together - how have you been? i hope i didn't keep you waiting too long."

@❛ yein jung。 Effulgent wisps of smoke ferment amply in the expanse of the firmament tinged with swatches of a horizon pendulous with the hues of umber, coral, and lilac fiery in their against the chasm. Patience is but a virtue to which Sana esteems no kind of affinity, her predilection towards waiting inundates under the furor held bewitched under emotions gripped by alacrity. Vehement emotions besiege Sana's footfalls gracing the pavement awash in a flaxen color of illumination. The reflection thereof lying sublime on the shoes donning her feet, heart beating ardently behind her ribcage. As the arteries of the street stir into an adrenaline coursing, Sana herself is spellbound into the scenery of which shall enthrall the desires of Yein's heart.

Yein.

The person whose name she venerates a beam of tranquility, resplendence saturating into the lull of her name. Every curve captivated into a seamless ardor for the person in possession of such grace. Resounding echoes of children's laughter incandesce through her ears, footsteps bouncing, and the bustle of life adorning the beginning vestibule of her vision. Fervor prompts into her every gesture, a connotation of love finesses into her movements — threaded by affection and warmth.

The countenance of raven locks adorn Sana's periphery; she knows all too well who it could be.

"Yein!" A vestige of enthusiasm clings onto the syllables, an ingress of a smile upturning towards her carmine tiers. Swathes of vibrant yet humble colors tincture upon her face, in preparation for the anticipated têtê-a-têtê.

@❛ sana minatozaki。 that azure sky is effervescent in all its bewitching hues across the troposphere, and the breeze that percolates through the streets upturns the girl's tresses of obsidian, delicately tucked behind her ear with the help of lithe digits that brush against honeyed skin. winsome irises stained with dark hazelnut sweep across that cerulean atmosphere, and for a split second does that nebulous mindset wander off toward conceptualizations concerning that resplendent ether in all its breathtaking pulchritude - all at once does a breathy sigh assuage the hefty weight within yein's fragile self, an astral demeanor that reinvigorates plush, lipstick-stained tiers into a benign smile, delicately etched across a pale, cherubic mien. gently patting down the pleats of her skirt does the jittery female leisurely amble down the strip of stores, each individual shop seemingly effervescing with a bronze glow from past translucent glass windows showcasing the fine aestheticism of contents and trinkets alike, all strewn apart for coruscating orbs to feast upon. clutching the crossbody bag across her lithe figure does yein momentarily stop at the front window of a toy shop, fervid adoration emblazoned into her luminescent visage, coffee irises phosphorescing with a celestial luster like never before. that feverish, endearing gaze of hers lingers across an array of plush toys, stifling a gentle coo in the back of . an arrangement of vibrant stationary supplies can easily be made out on a bistre table, to which the forgetful damsel vehemently recalls where her final destination lays. with a turn of the heel does she scour appealing plush toys and entrancing stationary supplies from that blank canvas of a mind, free for the taking. not too long does she reach the familiar appeal of an antique bookstore with perfervid sentiments seated within her chest - she could practically smell the rustic, cream pages, feel leather-bound spines crack beneath gentle digits, and taste the piquant words of all-too familiar authors and playwrights alike. ardor is set aflame within, the crackle of a potent flame that thus leads to a destructive wildfire - the ebullient fumes of smoke that exasperate the lungs are merely an indicator for such vivacious zeal. rocking back and forth upon her heels like a child does jung yein stand afore the shop in wait for her precious friend.

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bookstores. her one place of solace. she could practically smell those rusty, damp pages, feel the spines of worn out books crack under her fingers as she traced over obsidian ink on cream pages threatening to crumble and rip at the seams like her own self. the midnight moon wanes across her wavering figure, cold digits resting across the glass window of the bookstore that had shut down for the day hours ago. if she were the protagonist of some fictional fantasy, would she be the strong character with will to continue on and pave a path to a life of liberty and good-willed intentions? her heart wouldn't be stained with vile emotions nor would she be living a life of lies. there's a sharp pang in her chest at the thought and the girl clutches the area, teeth gritted in the night. she always s things up and she knows that very well. it barely hits her that maybe this is why no one ever wants to be with her, why she yearns relationships so /bad/, why she's yearning to go so far when someone gets close - because she's afraid of abandonment and is unsure of what to do when faced with something as fragile as human relationships. words she regretted and could never take back - god, she hated herself for it too. who wouldn't? who really ing wouldn't? she finds herself charred, burnt, though she herself is the very one wielding the lighter. as always, cherubic cheeks are stained with glittering tears as nebulous irises gaze upon the beauty of the hazy moon in the distant sky. she holds her shaky breath for a moment before a decision is made.

@❛ youngho seo。 pft, i rather see myself as the beautiful, perfect transfer student the entire school swoons over. as for you—maybe the cool delinquent who actually is the softest ball of fluff ever upon falling in love? i can so see it. a sweet smile caresses the features of her face as she continues with her light steps down the thin aisles, hands running along the spines of books stacked alongside one another, mumbling author names and familiar titles alike to herself.
oh? are you sure you haven’t already fallen in love with me? she gives a light bout of sweet laughter before her eyes dart outside at the darkening sky, signaling that the pair should get going for the fireworks viewing.
yes, let’s. that all-too giddy smile fills her lips as she joyfully extends a hand for the male to take.

@❛ yein jung。 i think if this was a corny highschool flick, you’d have your head shoved down a toilet bowl and your lunch money stolen at least thrice by now. such a crude taunt rolls off the edge of his tongue as sweet as honey, bubbles of laughter filling each gap between books as youngho carefully follows her every move just from the other side of the shelf. taking a few dusty old novels into his grasp and pushing them aside so that a small gap of space appears on the shelf, the male peeks out an intense gaze coupled with the brightest of smiles.. until the mention of beheading.
ew. remind me not to fall in love with you. he scoffs lightly before turning round the bend and stepping beside the girl. we should get going before it’s too late.

@❛ youngho seo。 upon the receiving the reaction she had half been expecting, half not been expecting, part of her wants to laugh, yet display a pout upon her lips—she proceeds with the former, eyes continuing to dart between the manuscripts and texts along the earthy shelves.
“a geek,” really? i’m sure you think it out to be an endearing trait though... her sweet voice trailed off as her chocolate orbs meet the words “salomé” on the shelf, piquing her interest. ah, salomé—i remember watching a play of it way back. i don’t remember much but i do remember the final scenes, in which the protagonist kisses her yearned lover’s lips after he has been beheaded. so romantic, huh?

@❛ yein jung。 several moments of silence are spared for consideration, allowing the passage she shared to settle within the depths of his thoughts until plush roseate tiers part as if in preparation for some romantic intellectual commentary.
..i think i’m gonna be sick. he snickers just under a hot breath and wanders between aisles of books stacked upon one another, continuing to taunt mercilessly. you know you’re such a geek, right? honestly i’m not surprised.

@❛ youngho seo。 upon entering the store, the girl finds herself slipping from the male’s grasp, completely entranced by the abundance of literature and history, all bound together with leather covers and frail spines. i’m also very much into simple novels, mister, if you couldn’t guess. a playful grin is spread across yein’s face as her eyes scan a nearby shelf before she saunters over, picking out a book in exhalation. she admires the cover for a moment before she flips through its cream pages. how about this? "our kiss in the alleyway had been very nice, but danger had corralled us. what would it feel like to have my hair gently knotted in his fist, my back pressed against a wall, him tangled around me like vines wrapped around brick? ...part of me longed to trail ungloved fingers across his face, learning each curve of his bone structure in an intimate way." she promptly shuts the book and places it back into its rightful spot on the shelf before them, a giggle escaping her lips at her choice of a quote.

@❛ yein jung。 i would have said yes even if you weren’t so cute about it.. let’s go. instantly convinced by the girl’s foolproof charms, youngho tightens his clasp over her hand and leads her into the dim afternoon light of the quaint little bookstore. eyes glaze over various shelves stocked to the brim with aged and new books alike, admiring some of the gorgeous old hardbacks. i wonder if there’s any weird creepy shakespearian murder type of literature. sounds like something you’d be into.

@❛ youngho seo。 why don’t we stop here for a moment? with it being summer and all, it might take a while for the sky to darken. while making their way to the lavender field for their promised date, the pair stumbled across an antique, vintage bookstore, catching the girl’s eye. she could practically smell the earthy, rusty pages inside the store, feel that amber glow of sunlight hitting the bookshelves, and imagine scripts on the page coming to life on the top of her tongue. pretty please? turning toward youngho, whose larger hand remained in her grasp, a pout quietly fills the canvas of her face.

@❛ jisoo kim。 [] jasgdjsgadj completely forgot about this im so sorry!!

opening up his laptop, chanyeol right away gets to work. he has a lot to get through during the day. case studies, business proposals and an analytical business paper that focuses on optimal data mining venture and utilization. outstretching his arms before him, he cracks his knuckles, before starting to type away. for the most part he's focused and stays on track upon his work, but a few times more than he can call coincidence, he feels himself catching sights of the bookstore's employee. ironically, the beautiful girl that had checked his book out, while he had been checking her out during the whole exchange. chanyeol made a mental note to himself to one day stay until closing and then ask her out for a coffee or something. an hour goes by, then two, then a few more and slowly but steadily, the repressed exhaustion from his consistent sleep deprivation hits him, chanyeol nodding off without a second thought.

@❛ jisoo kim。 /gazes down at you with an almost disbelieving expression across my face, trying to understand your words; part of me was mildly relieved when you stated that you wouldn't be doing anything to try to help me, yet your words still find a way to tick me off.
What do you know about my life, sweetheart? You don't know me, or what I've done.
See a therapist? Already been doing that for ten years. Anti-depressants? Already took my happy pill this morning.
What do you suggest I do, huh? /rolls my eyes at you trying to "help me" or give me words of wisdom that I had already heard so many times before, from myself and my therapist.

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@❛ jisoo kim。 Clearly, because I can't be fixed. /scoffs almost dejectedly, before looking back at you.
'That won't be necessary, because I'll probably never come back here.' /thinks to myself, my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
And what are you gonna do? It's not a sob story, it's my life. And I don't need you interfering in it.
/winces a bit as I realize I may be coming off too harsh, the pity flooding through my system as I observe your form simply staring down at the ground.
Will you look at me please? /says this with hints of anger, as I simply wish you would just /look/ at me when I'm trying to talk to you

@❛ jisoo kim。 /rubs my face with my free hand, as is trying to mask my annoyance.
'Dammit, I'll have to avoid the bookstore more often now.' /heaves a deep breath, looking at you.
Look, we've never met before right? And you've never read anything in this book.
/holds it up, gesturing it to you and trying to maintain a neutral facade even though I'm shaking inside, hoping that you don't try to 'get to know me' or 'help me' as people have tried in the past.

@❛ jisoo kim。 /furrows my eyebrows as I try to understand and process the words you had just uttered. there was no way... right?
/suddenly feels the anger flood through my veins as I process what you just told me.
Why would you read it? /grits my teeth, feeling not only the anger but the masked embarrassment in my system.
Have you never learned a thing about privacy?

@❛ jisoo kim。 @❛ jisoo kim。 /stares at you, trying to search your face for any signs of worry or pity, but as of right now all I can decipher is embarrassment and perhaps awkwardness.
/ gives my best attempt at a thankful smile, although inside my mind is filled with thoughts and worries flying back and forth of if you've read anything inside or not, like baseballs.
/grabs the book, although not yet pulling it from you as suddenly your words catch me off guard as though my deepest fears had just come true; stares at you, my eyes lost as I blink at you.
What did you just say?

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@❛ jisoo kim。 /looks at you, trying my best to maintain my composure since I like to be known as an easy-going guy most of the time and realize I need to watch my facials.
/ my eyebrow at the mention of a notebook, my interest automatically piqued.
Yes, actually. I think I left it here when I stopped by two days ago.
/thinking that you had found it but hadn't read it (but probably tucked it in a lost and found somewhere), I make my way to the front desk.

@❛ jisoo kim。 /searches the stacks and shelves of books furiously, thinking that my journal might have somehow gotten mixed in with other books here.
"uhm.. Byun Baekhyun-shii?" /suddenly, a meek voice calls my name, causing me to pause my actions and turn my head slightly; blinks as I see the shop owner behind me, looking over at me with cautious eyes.
Yes? /turns my entire body to face you, almost annoyed now because you halted my search.
Is there something you need?

@❛ jisoo kim。 /sits in the cafe with my eyes trained heavily on the surface of the table as I try my best to recall my actions from two days ago, as I haven't had the time to do so until now.
Hm.. /I had gotten up early to get coffee as usual, then I went to work, then I went grocery shopping, then I had simply gone home. But there was something I was missing... What could it be?
Wait... /Aha! That's what it was, I had gone to the bookstore after my morning coffee to get the next book of the series I was reading; stands abruptly from my seat, gathering my drink and my bag together before heading out of the cafe in a rush and making my way over to the bookstore located just a couple blocks down.
'Aish, Baekhyun, what do you expect to find there anyways? There's hundreds of books there, someone probably took it by now.' /thinks frustratingly to myself before I finally reach the bookstore, almost accidentally slamming the door open and making my way in.
/heads immediately to the section I had been searching the other day for my book, thinking that I had probably dropped it somewhere; mutters a quick hello to the shopowner, too preoccupied to realize what she's doing.

@❛ jisoo kim。 chanyeol mentally kicks himself for the bad joke. it was so bad. how did he even think that was something worthy to say. he clears his throat in awkwardness. "alright, thanks again." and with that said, he leaves with a wave towards the study area of the bookstore.

@❛ jisoo kim。 Okies I will. And I will try not to whoop anybody omg can you believe this guy demanded I cook for him but when I ask him for food he act like he act know me and I— lemme get back to work before I start rambling? See you later jisoo. /waves to you as I exit the store.