─ myeongdong district

@☾ natty suputhipong yunjin laughed as she was pulled along with natty, dropping the few clothes she chose into the cart as they moved around in the small stall. "you already know a lot of what i wear, natty, it's not like any of this is different." and it was true—the orange haired girl had picked a bunch of clothes that were along the same lines of what was already in her tiny shared closet. her aesthetic was punk, and while it wasn't much of an idol friendly aesthetic, the others said that she pulled it off.

"you need to try on these clothes, you always change up your aesthetic and i bet these will look good on you." she tucked a lock of her bright hair behind her ear from where it had escaped her ponytail.

@✵ huh yunjin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *There was almost too much to look at. The more Natty perused, the more her arms became laden with skirts, tops, dresses, pants, a few handbags, and even a couple pairs of shoes.*
*By the time Yunjin's voice reached her, her nose was precariously perched above a pile of clothes*
I'm coming!
*She called over the mound, tiptoeing forward carefully so as to not knock over anything in the narrow passageways. The stall owner seemed to take pity on Natty, and came over with a medium-sized basket, with a handle and some rickety wheels*
Thank you so much, sajangnim! Do you have a dressing room at all? Yunjini!
*Natty beckoned over her friend, urging her to bring the clothes with her* I think they have a dressing room, you can show me the clothes /on you/~ It'll give a much more realistic picture!
*the older woman blinked in their direction, before silently pointing to a cornered off section of the stall, just large enough to hide two people behind a shabby curtain*
Thank you again, sajangnim! Come on~!
*she grabbed the handle of her basket with one hand, Yunjin's elbow with the other, and charged forward*

@☾ natty suputhipong yunjin laughed as she was tugged along by her friend, clinging onto her arm as they finally made it to the third stall with a vast variety of styles. while she was a trainee, yunjin tried to keep her personal sense of fashion more neutral so she could be looked at more, but she was a punk girl at heart, and that was what she was looking for as natty shooed her off to look around.

there were a variety of articles of clothing in all sorts of shapes and colours, and she was drawn to the more torn up pieces that must have been thrown in there as last minute additions in an attempt to make money. yunjin grabbed many things—ripped jeans, plaid pants, a couple leather tops, a flannel with two different colour schemes, and an oversized denim jacket that surely needed some tlc. "natty! i found some stuff, come take a look!"

@✵ huh yunjin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ /You/ may not be buying anything, but /I'll/ be buying you a bunch of things
*Natty muttered this under her breath over a sinister giggle while pulling Yunjin towards the stands, snaking between shoulders pressed flush together and fighting to find a gap*
*in the first stall, there was an eclectic assortment of hats, the second, scarves, by the third, Natty found something promising. The older woman's stall was full of various garments - skirts, dresses, pants and more - and in all the styles one could think of*
This is it! *she squealed, lightly smacking Yunjin over the shoulder* We're gonna find ourselves the perfect outfit in this corner, I just feel it
Now go *she gently tapped her friend on the * Start perusing and shout at me when you find something cute
*and then Natty charged forward herself, diving into racks of hangers with dresses and rompers*

@☾ natty suputhipong yunjin laughed as natty clung onto her arm and jumped up and down excitedly, and she ran her free hand through her red hair as they looked around the market with big eyes. "oh natty, you say that as though i like buying things. you know that i don't really need anything." she giggled quietly and turned her head this way and that to take in the sights, leaning into natty's side and sighing softly. maybe she could use another ring, or some other pretty jewellery, but she had been truthful - she wasn't very big on buying things needlessly, never been a souvenir person.

@✵ huh yunjin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ (skipping the dance practice, because it can get redundant, and jumping straight into the market. this is assuming they showered and got ready at the company building after practice too ! )

*Natty convinced Yunjin to take the bus, using excuses about the traffic and how a car wouldn't be able to wind in and out of the market regardless*
*the market itself was opening up before them after they'd taken three buses and wound down multiple narrow alleyways and walked too many stairs to reach it*
*an arched door with a banner hung across it flaunted the name of the bazaar-type market, and people were bustling in and out with their faces half-illuminated mid-conversation by the hanging streamers of lights draped between podiums above them*
*an assortment of tents and stalls had been set up beneath wide tents, with the front being mostly clothes, fabrics, and other accessories of that value, and the back boasting of food with the appealing smells that drifted from the various snack stalls*
*Natty squealed far too loudly for how high the moon hung in the air and unintentionally pulled on Yunjin's arm where she clung as she hopped excitedly up and down*
I've been following this market on Instagram for /months/, Yunjini! I never thought I'd actually get to see it in person!
I hope you brought your wallet, because this place has everything you could ever think of!

@◈ jessica jung⁻ᴾᴿ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ There Hyunjin went again, sabotaging himself. He sighed as Jessica's tone softened, not feeling deserving of the attention. For reasons he didn't understand, he still walked towards the comfort. He held his elbows firmly at his side, holding back a shiver while glaring at his feet. "Sorry," he muttered, almost too quietly to hear. When he looked up and locked eyes with Jessica, he surprised even himself with the way they welled with tears.

"I everything up, noona," he whimpered, his chin trembling and honorifics be damned. "I-I don't know what the I'm doing anymore. It feels like I can't breathe all the time. Like I'm f-free falling." He hiccupped over a gasp, throwing his face into his palms. "I don't ing know anymore."

@☼ hwang hyunjin oh dear. is that what Hyunjin thought of her? she would never discuss such a private matter for moral and legal reasons. still, she takes no offence to hyunjins harsh accusations . he was scared and lonely, poor kid probably thinks the world is out to get him, couldn't be farther from the truth.
" Yes, because I would love to rat on my client who brings the company I work for money and ruin his rep ; oh and then, give myself more work because I am the head of the PR department. You caught me," she deadpans though her tone was nothing short of worry and understanding. she gives the idol a little bit of breathing space knowing he needed it.

"I am here because I am worried , not just as your PR manager but also as someone who has been going to things for three almost four years. I understand how scary it is and even more so if you're doing it alone. I didn't come to be nosey, I'm only here to be a friend if you need one. From the looks of it, you sure do need one."

@◈ jessica jung⁻ᴾᴿ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Hyunjin wasn't sure whether he was nauseous from anxiety or withdrawals, whatever the case, when he righted up to face Jessica, he was full of shame. Like a defeated puppy. Still, he smiled, the corners of his lips shaking to maintain the idol image, even when he was outed. "Sorry you had to see that," he said mechanically, like she hadn't been rubbing his back and consoling him ten seconds earlier. He swiped a hand over his mouth, swallowing down the acidic residue on his tongue with a grimace.

"I... I didn't know you came to these things," Hyunjin finally muttered when he couldn't bring his leaden feet to move. He swallowed again. "I kinda ed up, didn't I? You're going to tell the bosses now, aren't you?" He sighed, yanking the strings of his hoodie to seal the hood around his face. ". That's why you're here, aren't you? To rat me out."

@☼ hwang hyunjin if Jessica knew anything at all, she knew the DIANUS kids like the back of her hand. Hyunjin never liked to be center of attention if it wasn't by his own doing, he seemed tpo hate confrontation and in this very moment he was confronting the hardest thing anyone had to. Jessica heart hurts watching the young man struggle with the acceptance and when the session ended , he immediately bolted for the door. Jessica quickly says her rounds of goodbyes , keepily in polite but rushed as she trails after Hyunjin.

she's quick to find him , she follows the harsh sounds of someone wretching their guts out. hunched over a steel trashcan, there he was. Jessica wasn't quite sure how to approach him but she did so in the only way she knew how, calm and caring; she reaches a gentle hand out to rub along his back. she could feel his spine, he mustve not been eating well.

"It's okay, Hyunjin. You did so well today. this is the hardest part of it all, there there. get it all out."
her voice was soft, quiet almost and caring. reassurance laid heavily in her tone as she tries her best to comfort the idol.

@◈ jessica jung⁻ᴾᴿ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ There was nowhere to hide in a basement reserved for addicts attempting recovery. Well, maybe there was a basement somewhere, but this one wasn't it. Hyunjin's foot tapped nervously as the speaking baton (he hated that ing name) got passed around the circle. Each person took their turn to speak, however short or little, starting with their names. Hyunjin would be lying if he said he remembered any of them except Kiyong and Jessica.

He flinched when the baton passed to her, knowing she had spotted him earlier. It was Kiyong's fault for outing him - that was why he remembered the man's name. He felt another wave of nausea roll up his throat and dug his fingernails into his bouncing leg. The baton was one person away from him. He wasn't sure he could speak.

Hyunjin's free hand covered his mouth to conceal a nauseated burp when the baton finally reached him. The room filled with the rattling of his rings on the metal as his hand shook accepting it. Unlike Jessica, he didn't stand. He barely pushed his hood back enough to reveal his entire face, embarrassed of what he looked like.

"Uh, hi," he gulped. "I'm, uh, Hyunjin. I was sober for..." He counted however many years he'd been with Jungkook, and pinched his eyes shut to conceal away the thought. "I guess like, almost two years. I've kind of fallen off the wagon, ha... Ha..." When he swiped his hand over his face it was aggressive enough to redden his skin. He held the baton to the girl next to him, and glared into his lap. "Thanks," he muttered.

Round and round it went, until the meeting pulled to a close with a few words from Kiyong and Hyunjin all but bolted to the door. He nearly got there until that nausea he'd shoved done the entire meeting finally caught up to him. He hurled into the nearby trash can as subtly as possible, feeling his back burn in shame as people inevitably watched.

@☼ hwang hyunjin " Lets get started with today's meet chall we?" The head chair spoke, Lee Kiyong, Jessica had learned. Jessica had taken up going to AA specifically for her addiction on top of the recovery meetings in which she met Junhee. It had been good for her, the double reassurance and both a reminder for why she was sober to begin with. The stress of the last couple of weeks have tempted the ol' devil again and she found herself wanting to indulge ' just one drink ' and every time she just pulls herself out of the clutches of alcohol that holds by claws.

" Today it seems we have someone new with us, we are so proud as this is the first of many steps to recovery. Lets introduce ourselves and let mister Hwang get acquainted with all of us." Jessica's attention turns towards the newly placed chair, eyes widening in realization at who preoccupied it. Hyunjin? One of the Janus boys, oh no. She feared all the idols had their unspoken demons , but she had really hoped it never came down to this. Her expression was grim until she noticed he had been staring right back at her. She offers an encouraging smile to help ease the tension that was written all over his face. he was scared , Jessica couldn't fault him for that.

The speaking baton gets passed around the circle and soon enough it reaches her, she stands tall and proud , Hyunjin needed to know there was no shame in being here. that this was a safe space for all. " I am Jessica and I am an alcholic. I have failed twice to get sober and as of today I am four years alchol free." The journey to sobriety is never easy and more fail more often than not, but the goal is to keep trying and not quitting. It was necessary he knew that. she passed the baton to the next person, her eyes still warm and inviting as she watched the idol fidget uncomfortably about.

@◈ jessica jung⁻ᴾᴿ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Hyunjin had no ing clue what he was doing. His hands were still shaking from his conversation with Jungkook. His head was pounding from the endless drinking he'd done the night prior. He felt sick to his stomach and with every step he took he was on the verge of chucking up the little left in his stomach. There was a pamphlet crumpled in his left hand while he walked, his hood pulled all the way up, with a large pair of black sunglasses on to hide his identity and bloodshot eyes.

He'd intended to go to the bar across town, to chase away this anxiety with more bad decisions, so Hyunjin had no idea how he came face to face with the shabby, basement door in a random building. A paper sign was taped to the door, flashing 'Welcome! Alcoholic Anonymous meeting inside! 6-8PM". He glared down at the pamphlet in his hand. If he wanted to, he could just go back.

His phone gave a final, dying vibration in his back pocket, the battery finally letting go after two days without being charged. It'd lasted longer than he'd thought. Maybe Hyunjin could last a little longer too... His eyes softened and he sighed, stepping into the room. A small group of people were already gathered inside, sitting and standing between lines of chairs that faced a podium at the front of the room. On the far left wall, a table of refreshments had been set up, including hot coffee served in paper cups and store bought cookies.

Hyunjin's stomach rolled again, and he ambled clumsily to the nearest chair in the back, sliding into it with his head ducked. The neon lights flickered above his head and he squinted through his glasses at the people here for the meeting. A couple were wiry thin and looked as anxious as him; a few looked too put-together to belong to a group full of addicts; and one... His heart slammed to a halt in his chest and Hyunjin audibly gasped. He recognized that one.

Her long hair, kempt outfit, and air of dignity and grace - he'd had more than one meeting with her. There was no doubt about it. That was Jessica.

He tugged his hood more fiercely over his face, foot tapping manically on the ground while he froze in his fright response. Run, he pleaded with himself. Just get up and run. It would be too embarrassing if she found you here. Get up. GO! But Hyunjin was stuck hyperventilating on a foldout chair, in the basement of a building, where a bunch of people like him were waiting for the meeting to start.

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@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ *Jooyeon's ponytail was all but disheveled at this point, the elastic barely clinging on to the end of his slicked hair. He sports a grateful, lopsided grin on his face (though his eyes are closed) as Loren brushes strands of the mussed up hair off his forehead*
*in front of him, he holds out three fingers to his friend, confirming his drink total* Three. But I only paid for the first two, so does it count?
*his slurred speech sounds perfect in his ears, though later he'd think back and pity whoever had to decipher his words* *he leans into the wall, dissolving into giggles* This is a gay club, isn't it?
Look... I'm wearing the shirt you got me - *he pinches the front and pulls it out* Sunghoon liked it.

@♤ lee jooyeon ʲᵘⁿᵉ *the bathroom is mostly silent when he walks in, only the distant sound of the club music filling in the quietness from the other side of the door. he'd been expecting a short word back, or the click of a lock, but the loud bang of the stall door almost has him jumping out of his skin as it flies right past him, missing him by a few centimeters as the other longish-haired male falls right at his feet, sprawled on his back on the bathroom floor*
Depends what type of god you believe in
*he jokes lightly before noticing how pale the younger one looks or how his eyes can't seem to really focus on him. seungjoo is quick to crouch down next to his bandmate, worry all over his face. he had a hunch jooyeon wasn't too used to drinking, but he was at least glad he'd caught him around*
I'd rather make headlines with something more upbeat than 'Plushi's bassist found passed out a gay club bathroom'
*he throws in in uneasy sarcasm as he carefully pulls the other up into a sitting position, propping him up against the stall door that had then fallen close with a light squeak. his fingers come up to the other's forehead, pushing away some stray strands of hair that stuck to his forehead*
How much did you drink?
*he questions the other, giving him some breathing space while trying to use his body to block jooyeon's state form the field of view of the other guys who walked into the facilities or out of the stalls.*

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ *the spinning wasn't so bad when his eyes were closed, but if he moved even a half inch, or tried to open his eyes again, he would spiral back. His head dips further between his shoulders, hovering above the bowl*
*a bout of nausea heaves him forward. Don't throw up... Don't throw up...*
"Jooyeon, you okay?"
Huh? *he makes the mistake of whipping backwards. Already precariously balanced, he tumbles backwards out of the stall, the door banging loudly when it slams into the wall* *Jooyeon lies on his back, staring straight up at the flickering neon lights*
Sunghoon? *he tries. The shadow of the person above him is all twisted and morphed to the point where he can't recognize the features* God? Am I dead?

@♤ lee jooyeon ʲᵘⁿᵉ /the night was young and Seungjoo hadn't gotten to the bar too long ago, having decided to go out only after realizing all of his group would be out for the night. Something that didn't happen too often as they did count with at least two faces who weren't much the type for the night life. He was currently waiting on his first drink when his eyes accidentally spotted one such face, Jooyeon's recognizable hair and the bright pink letters of a very familiar shirt immediately getting his attention. He was about to get up and greet the other when his eyes landed on the man next to him as he offered Jooyeon a drink. his lips twisted up in an amused smile and he let his body fall back onto his seat. Maybe the other was just enjoying some company and like hell if Seungjoo was about to ruin that for him, so he decided he'd give him some space. Thought he'd of course have to bring it up later, if nothing else, just to at least get a reaction out of the other. Still, that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on the two as he sipped through the drink and chatted up with his own company for the night, though the more he watched on, the more the man in the suit rubbed him the wrong way. He kept talking very calmly and was all smiles, while Jooyeon himself didn't seem to be talking all that much, simply noding along and following the conversation. It was only when the bassist got up to get away and his step seemed to stumble that Seungjoo's brows furrowed in suspicion and worry. His body was quick to force itself up again as he watched the other clumsily disaplear into the bathrooms. The taller male tried to make his way through the crowd towards where the other was, sparing some quick glances to the now alone male who also kept his gaze locked on the restrooms' door, a small smirk on his face. As soon as he was at the other end of the hall, his hand pushed at the tall door, almost slamming it back on another man who'd been trying to leave./
Sorry
/the apology is muttered as he barely spares the man a look as his eyes instead search the room for his bandmate, and peeking towards the stalls once he doesn't spot him/
Joo? Jooyeon, you okay?

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ *He never should have come here. It's a recurring thought that Jooyeon chastises himself with as he feels at the walls of the bathroom. It takes him too long than he wants to admit to find the stall, having to hunch over to keep the world from spinning out of control*
*a night that was meant to help him escape and liberate himself from the shell of who he is, ended up reminding him that he was this way because he could not handle it any other way*
*it had started off decently. he'd chosen his best outfit (a t-shirt he'd gotten from Loren as a gift with the text "Best bottom" written in neon pink on the front), he'd tied his hair, he'd saved money for his drinks. It only took three drinks for him to start feeling the world spinning. It was the drink a man had bought him - a tall, dark and handsome man in a fitted suit, with sleeked back hair, and a loose tie. He'd claimed to be a fan of his music.*
*oh yeah, another terrible part of the night. People were recognizing him. That man - what was his name? Sunghoon? - had saved him from the crowd and bought him a drink*
Oh god - *he groans, stumbling to his knees before the toilet with the door half open behind him* *he clutches his head in his hands, eyes shut tight* Stop... Spinning...

@❄ kim miso .
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//cackles and wraps arms carefully around your middle, pointing upwards to your new tattoo, while balancing with one foot forward so i showcase mine in the mirror, grinning when our faces mush together/
Thank you for coming with me, Meesoyah. Your handholding is indeed 10/10.

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ Yes, ma'am~
*chimes obediently, maintaining form juust long enough to snap a few shots before switching cameras. after going through much of the same motions for the mirror shots before tossing an arm over your shoulder to pull you closer for a cheek-squishing side hug*
Thanks for inviting me, unnie~
*departs with a smacky smooch noise to finally, finally, allow the tattooists the opportunity to do wrapping and give us our individual aftercare do's and don'ts*

@❄ kim miso //poses along, the quality of the poses spiralling swiftly into the depths of madness, but at least our grins stretch further/
//scoffs and one shot catches me covering my face at the admission about the things your private account has seen/
Okay okay, one cute face coming up...
//sneaks both hands free and pushes my balled up fists up into my cheeks, as if pushing the apples upwars, the movement turning my eyes into tiny slits, while my mouth is puffed and comically squished between the fists/
Kyuuu~
Okay okay, mirror pics and we gotta go, our reservation is coming up

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ Well, sometimes chummy is good~
*replies, clearly amused but deciding to spare you a bit and leave it at that. flipping the camera, she falls right into place for a first shot, tossing an arm over your shoulder to bring you closer and giggling, squirming a little at the poke*
Oh definitelyy
*pauses long enough to actually snap the first series of pics, tongue poking out between her teeth while raising her free hand for the tried and true peace sign*
And most of these are going on the priv! It's seen wayyy more
Okay, cute face-
*switches up, puffing her cheeks and using the hand to make a one-sided flower pose*

@❄ kim miso Yeah but like... only when you're sleeping-- Otherwise it's... chummy and restricting--
//i can feel getting all flushed and blabbering in my self-imposed uncertainty and literally do a little body shake to "shake it off", smiling at you warmly when you cling, opening up to snake at least around your arm, if nothing else is possible right now/
Selfie time.
//leans in on automatic, making a peace sign with the fingers that are poking through, and looking up, camera-ready/
We should also do some in the mirror. Even if you look like you're flashing the camera.
//grins and pokes you lightly in the ribs so I'm not the only one with the dopey grin/

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ *beams, standing perfectly still for viewing throughout the rave review. she gives a little hand-twirling humble-brag of a bow at the reaction to her word play before chirping that it's a gift while scrunching up her shoulders in some makeshift semblance of a returned hug*
Uhm, that sounds like the opposite of a problem. Back-hugs are totally top tier!
*grins, very obviously up to more bull—because if she doesn't romanticize and dramatize everything, she dies like an ignored fairy—and hugs onto your arms so you can't let go just yet*
They're sooo romantic; especially when the big spoon is warm
*faux swoons, leaning into you briefly before letting you go to detach at your leisure. she fishes out her phone in the same motion*
So, I think I'll live!
*waves the device, various hanging charms clacking against the surface*
Selfie time?

@❄ kim miso [all naturelle ofc, touched by an angel, all that xDD]

//the absolute bimbo girly squeals gain us some attention from other artists and visitors of the studio, but i am unable to care as of now (will rot in shame later), keeping up the excited sounds, haphazardly turning to bow in gratitude to the lady who brought my dream to reality, only to see her grinning as she cleans up the station for the next client/
It's amazinggggggggggggggg Whaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! Wait wait, let me see yours better, turn to the light...
//maneuvers you lightly, and covers both my cheeks, not unlike "The Scream", with my mouth in an "O" formation/
Whooaaaaa... it's soso gentle, but the lines are so precise! And all the colors... I know i said it already, but... They just really pop so amazing, it looks amazing. And yes, you look hot.
//grins and twists my leg as much as possible, bracing myself on the wall as i crouch-lean to follow the lines of the wrapping dragon/
Aigooo, "chimyong" how did you even... Oh, but it's so good... Ugh, I'm so happy i could fly
//unable to hug you in excitement, scared not to hurt your new art, i opt for "hugging" myself by wrapping arms around my midriff, and grinning at you/
Only back-hugs for you for a while, huh? However are you gonna survive?

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ [gotta go back to the natural hair color every now and then xD]

I love you too~
*coos in the face of your obvious exasperation, reaching up to tame a bit of the chair-tussled hair on your heard. she nods in confirmation, stopping mid-way when you obviously can't see it before joining in the countdown, natural energy only bolstering the excitement that she carries in fists clench tightly at her sides*
one...two...THREE!
*spits out the number with a little bounce, louder than intended, before lifting her shirt to reveal the fresh ink and letting out a happy squeal at the sight of a vision brought perfectly to life*
Ah! Pretty! Omo, it's so pretty!! I love iiit
*exclaims, catching the responsible party's eye in their reflection and repeating the compliment before lowering her gaze to your tattoo—and letting out another squee*
Ohmygoditlookssoinggood! Itoldyou!
*switches between getting a mirrored and in-person view for a moment before crouching to get a proper look, hand bracing on the floor as she does a look around at the whole thing*
Wahh, it's giving...giving- ugh, I dunno! It just looks SO good. C'mon Kim chimYongjog¹~


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¹ chimyongjogin = "fatal"; slang for a person whose looks/vibes are deadly

@❄ kim miso [blondiso is back *fans self*]

//laughs in heartfelt, rich tone, but still making sure not to shake you too much, leaning in, as if into an imaginary microphone/
"Dear Miso's Diary, Kim Yongsun is also a certified meanie."
Oop-- Kim Miso! Wait--
//all but trips over my feet, dragged away like a dusty bag of potatoes over to the mirror and wobbles as we still so abruptly stop/
My god, you will end me... Wait my pant is still up...
//covers my eyes so i don't see, because i can't lift that high, and braces myself, suddenly very aware of the sound blood makes when it wooshes into your ears out of excitement/
Okay, okay... 1... 2... 3!
//lifts both hands abruptly, staring at the mirror image with my breath held, equal parts scared and excited, but the result makes me exhale loudly in an incredulous gasp at the artwork creeping around my ankle and up my leg, instinctively leaning in to check it closely/
Oh my god... it almost looks alive... oh my god... ohmygodohmygod...
//turns to you, looking at yours as well, grinning as i grip your shoulders, in an attempt to ground myself/
ohmygODohmygodohMYGOD!!!!! It looks amazing! Yours too! So colorful! oh my GOD!

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ *giggles, foot wiggles intensifying for a mere moment before she's grounded again by the gesture*
"Dear diary, Kim Yongsun thinks I always look hot~"
*recites before settling fully, making a grumbly noise at how you so easily turn my words around*
Wahh, you're so mean
*complains, pouty expression not lasting very long as the prospect of a bomb taco becomes the forefront of her mind...or half of it, with the buzz of the tattoo machine cutting out and getting swiftly replaced by an excited squee. she doesn't wait for the chair to be adjusted, sitting up fully on her own with her free hand already poised to support a full dismount as she scans the room for the show mirror while her artists offers getting the first look out of the way before any pictures and bandaging*
Mhm, thank you~
*slips out of the raised chair on the side closest to you so she's not forced to break the handhold and all but pulls you along toward the mirror. she doesn't have to close her eyes with her shirt falling back into place, so she offers to be your eyes on the way until you're both standing in front of the full body mirror that's in serious need of a clean*
Okay-
*lets go of your hand to have both free for "bam!" shirt lifting*
Okay- Ready? On three?

@❄ kim miso You always look hot.
//swerves the question elegantly, wiggling eyebrows not unlike the Disney prince from Tangled doing his smolder, and squeezes your hand to calm you down, while taking out my phone with the free hand/
Just a little bit more, hang in there. Let me see now what I can do with your hatred for our known and loved dishes.
//chuckles at your stifled dramatics, humming quietly as i scroll, then add limitations as you speak, the list quickly dwindling down to a couple of places nearby and i make my choice without much beating around the bush/
Decisions, decisions, all of them wrong. Mexican it is then, I love tacos actually. And now that you mentioned it...
//finishes off the booking with a couple of swift taps/
... i started craving them more and more. Well done.