— vintage shop.

@✽ keonhee l. "i can tell," hyewon says with a mischeivous smile turning to look up at him as they walked into the shop. "your nose is kinda red from the cold, though i'm sure mine is too." walking in and being greeted with the familiar warmth of the vintage shop makes her sigh in relief, letting her shoulders relax at the soothing change in temperature. "it definitely would! maybe you can add some crinoline inside the skirt to give it some volume? something renaissance inspired would be especially beautiful though."

@✽ hyewon k. keonhee laughed quietly and looked up at the mannequin before down at hyewon, nodding a few times as he moved to open the door to the shop for her. "man i hate the cold, i feel like i never have a thick enough coat for this kind of weather." he shivered as he led hyewon inside, shuffling in behind her and ping his coat as they made it into the shop. "i think i wanna make a skirt type thing, something more renaissance feel? lace would be perfect."

@✽ keonhee l. "oh my!" hyewon exclaims, jovial laughter pouring because of the sudden embrace she was pulled in from behind. she turns her torso slightly towards the taller male, grinning from ear to ear. his parka was quite cozy to fall back on and the warmth was just right for this frigid weather. "keonhee! and yeah, pretty isnt it? i love the lace detailing." she says, peeking at the mannequin donning the apparel. wrapping an arm around keonhee's waist, she gestured towards the closed door - excited to look for any interesting new finds with him. "shall we head inside now? if we just stand here and stare at the dress, i'm afraid we're gonna become human popsicles."

@✽ taehyung k. with nothing tangible in her grasp to help maintain her composure, chaeyoung can only drift her gaze off to the side, notably bashful. there's an underlying meaning held in between his words and she knows it, but because of how he reciprocates her brazen nature, she's nearly speechless. "... yeah, you might be." she says this with an accompanied chuckle, but when she gathers herself enough to meet his eyes, she feels like he's only driving her to the point of insanity — but the good kind of way that makes her head swirl with delight. "did you? well, it'd be rude of us to stop now then," she muses, head tilting. "right?"

@✽ hyuna k. "I'm a sneak but you love it though, noona~?" Yuta teases back with the nickname he rarely used for her, smiling against her kisses before brushing her nose tip with his own once she was done. "Nah, you know I can't handle your pout, it's cute and it automatically makes me want to kiss you, just like this," he leans in to take her lips once again, this time lightly on her lower half before pulling away with a grin. "You'll enjoy it so much, I'll make sure you do. Pictures are a must for sure! For now, is there anything you like? I'll get it." Squeezing her hand lightly, he continued browsing through the selection before his eyes lit up at a simple yet abstract graphic t-shirt, humming in thought on whether to get it for himself. "That's neat."

@✽ yuta n. Raising a brow, she couldn't help but to laugh and scrunch her nose at him. "You little sneak," Hyuna shook her head and held his small waist, peppering his lips in kisses. "What would I do without you, huh? Thank you, really. I'm so excited to see you in your element mostly, I have to admit. Though, you have to kiss me after you're done. Otherwise, I'll pout the rest of the evening." She laced their fingers and looked over some little knick-knacks. "And we have to take dozens of pictures together."

@✽ chaeyoung p. he does a double take, wondering if he had heard her correctly. when he turns to look at her, he finds her eyes boring into the vinyl record in her hands, cheeks rosy and shoulders uptight. she was endearingly easy to read, no matter how hard she tried to hide her feelings. “would i be crazy too if i said i wanted to see your craziest side?” stepping in front of her, he takes the lp from her hands and mischievously hides it behind his back, leaning down just a tad bit so that her attention is on him, and him only. “what a coincidence, i liked it too.” he stares at her with a coquettish smile, demeanor bold and unwavering. after all, the ball was in her court.

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@✽ hyewon k. keonhee was bundled up in a large parka and a warm beanie as he shuffled along to the vintage shop where he agreed to meet with hyewon. it was too cold for him to go out but he had missed hanging out with his friend, and he immediately spotted her waiting outside of the shop. he bounded over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly as he looked at the window. "oh, is that a new dress in the window? look at how pretty it is hyem."

@✽ taehyung k. chaeyoung is more than relieved that she's worn her hair down for the day, as with one turn of her cheek, her soft curls would act as the perfect shield from him noticing her flushed cheeks. but despite this, she's sure that he's caught wind of her coy nature, it even feels a little embarrassing just knowing that he's evoked some intimate noises from her. "as long as you don't see my craziest side." attempting to straighten her lips, she stifles a laugh for the sake of hearing presley's soft singing, and when her threatening giggles finally simmer down, a melodic hum sounds from her. in subtle movements, her head sways, nearly getting carried away with the song if not for taehyung's voice, but even then, she responds with a pleased grin across her face. "oh, hopefully he doesn't miss you more than he misses me," she easily jokes, dancing her fingertips upon the vinyl cover. "but i think he was telling you to stay too ... probably because his owner sort of liked what happened that night."

@✽ seulgi k. Suzy didn't quite register Seulgi's voice in the dazed state she was in, despite it being familiar, only catching her own name being called. With a habit of always keeping up a sophisticated image, Suzy fixed her hair and dabbed sweat off her temples with the edge of her sleeve before noticing the painting she ran back for placed on the counter. Her eyes remained on the artwork for a solid minute and slowly trailed up to her friend's visage. "Kang Seulgi..." she muttered. "Ah, I was in a hurry so..."

"Ahjumma, can I have this delivered to my apartment? And I can help you find the painting if you want to." Delivered? Suzy echoed silently, gaze turning back to the art piece then the old lady with a puzzled look. The lady pursed her lips as she tilt her head to one side as if signalling her to resolve the proble at hand. Then it clicked. Oh. She was late to retrieve it back after all.

"I...yeah, it is," Suzy answered her friend. "It's magnificent, isn't it?" she muttered, her own eyes fixed on the dried brush she memorized so well, holding herself back from touching it. Seeing how Seulgi's eyes won't leave the artwork, Suzy didn't have the heart to take it away from her. No...perhaps it's her tendency to let go of the precious things in her world because they deserve better—in this painting's case, a better owner who knows its worth—that made her decide to let Seulgi have it. The former announcer turned to the old lady with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry, ahjumma, please forget I asked for the painting back," she apologized and added to Seulgi,"you can go ahead with the purchase, Seul. I know you'll appreciate and take care of it better than I did."

@✽ chaeyoung p. taehyung lets his guard down after observing her flustered reaction. good to know that she wasn’t particularly upset at him for leaving unnoticed. of course, most would think that was a rational decision, but voicing such an opinion has resulted in an angry slap to his face before, from which he could only come to one conclusion— women are weird. “i think i’ve seen a crazier side of you.” he states bluntly, eyeing her playfully as he searches her face for any sign of recollection. if she caught his drift, she would know that he wasn’t referring to her brazen approach at the bar or the way she practically slammed him against the door of her apartment as soon as they arrived.

as they stood there listening to the sultry tune of elvis on a cloudy sunday morning, he’s reminded of a familiar but distant scene. back when taheyung was still a junior in high school, he had brought his first love to a similar shop, hoping that the romantic lyrics of the records could speak for him the words he was too scared to say. funny how time flies. “hank?” it takes him a moment to register her question. “oh, you mean the dog who stopped me at the door.” his eyes light up fondly at the mention of the cute pet. “if anything, i think he was telling me to stay… hopefully he doesn’t miss me too much.”

@✽ hyuna k. He could feel the softness of the fabric and underneath it on his palms, letting out a soft laughter at how you seemed to yearn for this trip, hands shifting up to cusp her cheeks before pressing a gentle smooch on her lips. "Even if you said you weren't available, I'm going to take you anyway. Flight and accomodation has already been booked, your name's already added in~ All you need to do is just to pack a week's worth of pretty clothes and party wear, you're totally in for a good time. And to watch me in my element, of course, I'll have to put on a good show." Fingers lightly pinching on her cute, supple cheeks, he gave another kiss before going back to holding her hand, just swinging, casually browsing.

@✽ yuta n. The woman smiled as she listened to Yuta speak, adoring just how passionate he is about his career. "Yeah? That sounds amazing! I'm glad you enjoy yourself, sugarplum. You deserve to have some fun." She couldn't help the giggle when he suddenly held up the crop top to her then put it away, her fingers naturally lacing with his when he takes hold of her hands. She nearly pouted when he mentioned he would be gone again but immediately perked up at what followed. "I'm available. I would /love/ to go with you, Yuta. Please?" She hugged his hands to her chest, her large doe eyes seeming to twinkle up at him.

@✽ hyuna k. "Really? That's good to hear~" He could still feel the smooch on his cheek as they both stepped into the shop, warmth emanating from the heated air and from her hand on his, naturally intertwining their fingers together while he starts to browse the various designs the shop had. "Tour's been great, it's always great... just the atmosphere... the crowd... really brings you to life, it does! Plus, the weather in Asia is better than the chilly winter we have, of course." He beamed back at her, picking out a pink, frilly crop top and placing in on her chest, admiring it for a bit before putting it away, going back to hold both of your hands this time. "Not this... say, there's this huge beach party coming up in Singapore, it spans across three days and two nights so I'll probably be out again soon. Unless you're available for that week? I want to take you along."

@✽ yuta n. "Oh, perfect! I don't have to feel bad then," she grinned cutely up at Yuta and pressed a big smooch against his cheek before he pulled away. "I missed you too, honeybun. So far, so good. How about you, hm? How's the touring been going for you?" Hyuna took his hand and gently pulled him into the shop and out of the cool winter breeze. "Hopefully it's been fun for you."

@✽ hyuna k. Hyuna's beaming face was one that lit up the world, and his arms were wide open when she skipped over, engulfing her tinier frame into a tight embrace, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry about it, I just got here not too long myself, sugar," he grinned, pulling away from the hug, hands lightly smoothening out the cardigan she wore. "Can't say I didn't miss you, how's everything?"

@✽ yuta n. Hyuna was excited to meeting up with Yuta for a little shopping trip. Pulling her cardigan on and smoothing over her red sweater dress, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. It didn't take her long to make it to the vintage shop where she noticed the familiar face, and she smiled widely. "Yuta!" she called out, practically skipping over to him and throwing herself into his arms for a tight hug. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

@✽ hyuna k. yuta would have loved to keep himself busy, but a break was needed after back to back tours in various nightclubs in asia, and what better way that to get a break with a good friend of his, who just so coincidentally happened to stay, work in his residence? a trawl through the vintage shop seemed like a good idea and they were both interested in fashion, and so the meetup was arranged, himself dressed lightly in a black sweater and bucket hat coupled with jeans and boots, waiting right outside for her to arrive.

@✽ keonhee l. the scent of snow lingered in the air, coveting hyewon's nose and cheeks with dust of pink as she stood outside the vintage shop. hyewon stood outside of the usual vintage shop that she frequented, having promised keonhee that the two of them would visit to look for bouts of inspiration for their shared interests. the holiday rush this past week or two had made things hectic back in vivacite, so being able to slow down the pace for once was a welcome change. hyewon smiled, looking around the vicinity and humming the tune to takahashi's rendition of fly me to the moon as it had been playing from inside the shop. while she was excited to peruse through the new collection of items at the store, she also didn't want to head inside before keonhee showed up.

@✽ suzy b. Seulgi blinked profusely at how the burgundy haired friend of hers came in, looking all tousled and slight sweaty. Did she just sprint all way to this shop? The black haired girl couldn't help but to listen to their conversation as they were just across her. There were many paintings back here, she wondered which one that Suzy mentioned. But her attention was drawn back to the painting with a light shrug, Seulgi continued to admire the artwork in her hands. How magnificent this painting was, whoever painted this piece of art, Seulgi would like to ask what kind of inspiration the painter was having in their mind. She ran her fingertips across the canvas, feeling the physical textures of the art.

Without further ado, she advanced towards the counter as she carried the canvas carefully. "Eh, Who do we have here? Bae Suzy, I didn't know you like to do cardio," Seulgi quipped playfully as she placed the painting on the surface and faced the old kind lady with a grin, "Ahjumma, can I have this delivered to my apartment? And I can help you find the painting if you want to."

Yet the old lady kept a mum and glancing back and forth to both ladies with a hesitant look. Clearly, the owner's lips parted away then closed again, she seemed slightly conflicted. Sensing some awkward atmosphere engulfing the shop, Seulgi being the quick-witted one, "Wait a moment.. This is yours, Suj?" She gestured the gorgeously abstract artwork, the curiosity laced in her voice. Once again, she landed her eyes on it and never averted the gaze away from the artwork as if it was a magnet that attracted the ferrous objects which were the pair of her eyes.

@✽ taehyung k. as gullible as she was, chaeyoung finally believes that the vinyl record has given up against her feeble strength, feeling rather victorious as she's able to lay her eyes upon the cover of elvis presley. but when she readily takes a step to the side, nearly pulling the record from its case, she softly bumps into the sturdy build of someone else. "oh no—" her head cranes up to offer her sincerest apologies, but before she could even utter another word, she stills in her spot. "oh, hey... you."

it's embarrassing how she avoids his name out of the fear that she remembered it wrongly from their one drunken night together, but she wants to say it's taehyung, or something similar to that. though he appears to maintain his composure, she is anything but; she lets out a small laugh to subtly fill the air of awkwardness, glancing down to elvis presley's pictured smolder. "would you call me crazy if i said i thought mister presley was fighting against me there?" she lets another beat pass, along with a more natural, sheepish laugh. "i'll go ahead and play it then."

she turns on her heels to tread over to the music player, carefully lifting the record from its cover and placing it upon the vintage relic. once she could recognize the quiet melodies of their afternoon select, she faces him once more, gesturing to the couple of vacant spots that are reserved for the shop's patrons. "don't tell me my little guy hank scared you off the other night."

@✽ chaeyoung p. every once in a while, taehyung likes to explore town by himself. it’s the unexpected gems, like this quaint vintage shop hidden in an alley amidst the bustling town center that makes his trips worthwhile. he enjoys getting lost in the shop’s maze of random knick knacks. for a neat freak like himself, it’s one of the few exceptions where he finds beauty in chaotic displays curated without logic. where else should one put the ceramic buddha model but besides the warhol-style tea key kettle and victorian trinkets?

eventually, he finds himself perusing the shelves of LP records. they had a wide array of his favorite classics, ranging from elvis presley to marvin gaye and the temptations. his fingers instinctively reach for a familiar tune to accompany the nostalgic hues of today’s gloomy weather, but for some strange reason, the record doesn’t seem to budge. he gives it another tug before letting go, blinking in surprise when the record slips away. peering over from the side of the shelf, he doesn’t expect to see such a familiar face.

from a cheesy pirate pick up line to dirty dancing and waking up in her bed— taehyung remembers it all, as clear as day. though he’s not sure if he should be ashamed by the fact that he can barely recollect her name despite being so familiar with the intricacies of her body, from every little curve to her favorite spots. the thing with /one/ night stands is that he never expects to see them again. and from personal experience, bumping into past flings were never a good sign. unsure of how to handle the situation, he settles for playing it cool.

“ladies first?”

@✽ taehyung k. chaeyoung doesn't quite remember when visiting dandelion's vintage shop became a routine for her, but whenever she came, the employees always seemed to greet her with such enthusiasm that it left a positive memory in her mind. and today's no exception when she softly pulls the entrance door open, a polite smile gracing her face as the usual worker welcomes her in. "i suppose you don't need any help." they say, continuing the pair's ongoing joke from previous encounters. chaeyoung lets a laugh out, shaking her head whilst her legs tread on a mind of their own, leading her to where she regularly browsed for records. "maybe ask again next time."

at an estimation, about ten minutes have passed with chaeyoung thumbing through the shelves of LP records, no artist in particular capturing her interest for the afternoon. this was her downfall — she personally thinks — she was strangely picky with her choice of songs, despite the wide variety of genres she appreciated (not to mention that she was a radio host). and for today, she hasn't yet grasped the vibes of what she feels like listening to.

perhaps something fast-paced? no, it doesn't quite match the gloomy weather.

something more modern? no, she craves something more nostalgic.

when her eyes land upon an LP record she's played once before (and on a day similar to this), her face lights up from its indecisive frown. elvis presley's can't help falling in love — a true classic. to single the thin record out, her fingers gently pinch onto its cover, attempting to pull it out, but oddly enough, it doesn't budge. chaeyoung begins to hesitate, wondering if that meant neighboring records would maybe fall out too if she pulled too harshly. but out of curiosity, she tries again, tightening whatever grip her fingertips have on the record.

@✽ seulgi k. Suzy blankly stood at a side of four way street, not quite paying attention to the traffic light that had changed twice and the couple of people brushing past her as they cross the street. While she held a cup of coffee on her hand, it didn't feel right in her grip. Somehow the weight of the painting she left at the vintage shop lingered as if telling her that she's made a wrong decision. She didn't even feel this way when she sold off her babies aka her collection of branded handbags.

Then again, it held more sentimental values as compared to her handbags. She's had it since seventeen, painted by a painter back in New York when she requested an abstract potrait of herself. It came out too abstract and beautiful that she doubt it's of her, still she loved how it turned out. It brought comfort like a teddy bear would to little child; witnessed her breaking down only to pick herself up again. She thought she could gain extra cash by selling it, especially since she may not need it anymore. But now it felt like she's selling a part of herself.

She clicked her tongue and her heels, briskly walking back to the path that'll take her to the vintage shop. It has only been a couple of hours. There's no way it would be sold by that soon, right? Questions continue to gnaw at her. She threw her americano into a nearby trash can and broke into a run, feeling relieved for a split second she didn't go far from the vintage shop's district.

Pushing the door open, her entrance accompanied by the doorbell, she head straight to the counter. The old lady taken aback by the sight of disheveled Suzy, baby hairs glued by sweat on her temples. She didn't wait to regulate her breathing as she greeted the lady once more. "Hi. I'm sorry. Can I have that painting back?" she said in between breaths. "I changed my mind."

@✽ suzy b. Whistling, bouncing slightly in every step Seulgi took. Finally, she finished with the painting that an online stranger commissioned her, pretty random, but at least it was a good pay. The painting itself took several days as her client wanted to display it on their restaurant's exterior. Seulgi almost hurt her back by bending too much these days, so she decided to treat herself with a little shopping in her favorite shop, vintage shop.

The monolid-eyed girl has taken a liking to vintage shops ever since she was a student. There was something that never failed to draw Seulgi in, not sure what that was but somehow she found herself in every vintage store that she had gone to. And every vintage store had their own stories to tell, once she bought a weird looking vase not even sure how water could fit into that vase. In the end, she utilized it as a place for her keys.

With a chime of the door bell, Seulgi announced herself with a cheerful 'good morning' and a bow towards the old kind lady, who was the owner of this very shop. Not a quite good first impression but the more Seulgi spent her time visiting the shop, the more welcoming the old lady was. Eventually, she was the one who recommended Seulgi new ol' things. While Seulgi helped her arrange things since it kept coming in boxes or even large shapes.

"Make yourself at home, Seulgi-yah. Feel free to rummage those boxes. I have a new painting coming earlier, it's on the usual corner." the old kind ahjumma pointed to the said art. Seulgi grinned, excited and even gave the ahjumma a finger heart in which got herself a failed wink. This old lady was very amusing.

"New painting, huh? Let's see, where are you?" Seulgi mumbled to herself as she found herself gravitating towards the art. Here she was standing right in front of it. Every brush and were harmonious to each other, the tone itself was beautifully done with monochromatic color. It just fitted Seulgi's taste, and looked like this painting would sit in her bedroom just fine. Without hesitation, she took the painting in her arms and made her way towards the counter to pay whilst whistling joyously. A doorbell rang once again indicating another customer was coming in, peeking her head out between the wooden shelves. Looks like someone's art buddy was here.