➴ record store。⠀

@kim doyeon. When Seonghwa needed something new to add to his collection he would find himself in different places, the record store being one of them. Though he didn't stay long, the ambience of it was nice change of scenery from the hospital, which was basically his home with the amount of time he spent there. It was also away from most of the people he knew, so it saved him from having random conversations with his co-workers, and pretending to have to get along with them on a daily basis was much more difficult.

So when he heard his name being called out, he immediately tensed up, before his eyes glanced in the direction it came from. It was Doyeon, though she wasn't a patient he had taken care of, she was related in some way to some of the ones he had. Seonghwa was definitely friendlier to anyone in relation to his patients. "Doyeon, what are you doing here?" He greeted back with a friendly smile.

@lee heeseung. (plsss idk tf whyy -_- fhjohnoigotcarriedawayagainn and tbh i wanted to write more but it was big enough eiii also checky pmss! )

Red lips curving slowly as she watched the male scan and sheath the item into the logo adorned bag. It was laughable, but she had an authentic excitation for the item. Her glance lingering longingly at the surface that it sat. But hearing his utterance, Jimin’s heart sank as she noticed she reached the checkout point, only to realize with a jolt that her phone was missing from her hand. Panic surged through her as she scanned her surroundings, her earlier sense of complacency replaced by trepidation. Her phone, which she had intended to utilize to pay, was nowhere to be found. "Oh.... Uhm..my phone.. I think I forgot it in one of the aisles.. Let me go check?" Despite her seemingly calm and collected tone, desperation set in as she quickly her barefoot heel, ready to retrace her steps and find the misplaced device. 'Which one.. was it?' She mused.

She hurriedly navigated through the compact store, her heart pounding as she realized she had left her phone on one of the shelves possibly. The sleek silk dress she wore, gliding effortlessly over her frame, now seemed to cling just a bit more as she moved. Each step she took towards the assumptive location made the fabric ripple and sway, accentuating the rhythm of her brisk pace. The store's fluorescent lights caught the delicate effulgence of the dress, adding an almost ethereal glow to her flustered figure as she weaved through aisles with growing urgency.

The soft, shimmering silk of her dress continued to playfully respond to her hurried movements. The robust jiggle of her form was impossible to miss, creating a subtle, mesmerizing effect that caught the eye of a few idly shopping onlookers. Jimin’s face was flushed with uneasiness and determination as she reached the spot where she had last seen her phone, relieved to find it resting innocuously on the shelf. With a quick sigh of relief, she scooped it up.

Shortly after she arrived back at the checkout counter, breathless and slightly flushed from her frantic dash through the store. Her heart was still racing, but a wave of relief washed over her as she clutched her phone, finally retrieved from its brief but nerve-wracking disappearance. With a quick, apologetic smile at the becoming worker, she fumbled for her phone to use built-in pay method, grateful for the convenience that would speed up the checkout process. The stress of the lost phone melted away as she tapped her device against the terminal, her relief palpable as she completed her purchase.

@yu jimin. (i actually hate this but kissy pt 600x )

Fascinated by the flushed glow dusting the otherwise pale tone of her skin, it weren't for the fact he's never seen such an captivating sight; in fact it was rather the doll of an figure it adorned that merely kept his orbs trained, her beaming contorts mapping out her qualities gracefully. How come he's never seen her before? Certainly the likelihood of her stature would frequent the premises albeit her prior absence a indication she did not. A Harrowing inquiry of her air loomed in his thoughts in leu of his attempt to not linger on her spontaneous display.

Occupying his ever spent mind on the esteemed regard she offered the item in her grasp, he was in stow of her steps after allowing her forth access, merely then noticing the lack of anything on her feet. It was strange, witnessing one willingly come in direct contact with the outside realms of their own home, but possibly the sole indication of revelation meant she was strange. There was that simper reviving itself once more, mentally picking her apart and humoring himself of what is a plausible fact or inane one of.

Once he rounded to his placement behind the exchanging counter, with methodical experience he handled the record with care. Scanning the barcode into the system in which translated the price on the displaying end of where she stood before his gaze lifted to her features, seizing the slot to stare into those dazed orbs, as after all it appeared appropriate given the circumstances. "Whenever you're ready. We take any form of payment."

@park seonghwa. [H] After a long, dreadful day of working on a research paper, Doyeon decided to head out to check some albums at the record store. She couldn't afford to buy one, but the ambiance and environment helped her unwind after her busy schedule. So there she was, her fingers trailing along the spines of the displayed albums while humming a random tune. She stopped when an artist she liked caught her attention, pulling out the album to examine it. "The cover's dope," she remarked. Then she checked the price, causing her to immediately put the album back. "The price is even doper," she muttered with a shrug. She already knew she couldn't afford it, but seeing the actual price prompted her to move on to another aisle.

As she turned to head to another section, her eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar, slender figure. The doctor was beautiful, though she hoped not to see him too often in the hospital. Thus, seeing him here, in a different environment, is a pleasant surprise. “Doctor Park! Is that you?”

@lee heeseung. ( eats kissy face <3 )

Orbs shifting in a resolute attempt to perceive his inscrutable musings when every sentence spoke embossed with brevity. It intrigued her to zenith. She pondered if it was the wine influencing her, with her past fixations such vehemences was no anomaly to her. But it felt different how her nerves danced with a delicate yearning. She found herself hoping he would speak to her more, each word he uttered seeming to hold a captivating charm that she longed to hear again and again.

Her cheeks were tinted with a faint blush from the liquid courage in her system. Unfazed by the whimsical hug just moments ago. Dissatisfied with the emptiness that embraced her afterwards. She flashed a bright smile and nodded eagerly as he urged her toward the checkout counter. With a graceful movement, she reached for the album, her fingertips lightly brushing against the cool sleeve adorned with colorful artwork. The record felt like a treasure in her hands, resonating with promises of new melodies and stories waiting to be heard.

As she walked towards the sales counter, Jimin could feel the eyes of the store customers following her every step. She was used to being recognized in public, cognizant of how her frequent intoxicated escapades inured her to the boorish stares. After his pronouncement to finalize the purchase, the building fell into quiescence with the faint crackling of old records playing in the background. The urge to disrupt such an atmosphere imperceptible to her if it were anyone but him. Her bare footsteps echoed softly on the polished wooden floor, adding a rhythm to her anticipation. With each passing second, she grew more excited about the prospect of immersing herself in the music soon to be hers. Placing the vinyl on the counter, lost in the whirlwind of her thoughts, she absentmindedly left her shoes strewn on the floor, their presence forgotten amidst the rush of the moment.

@yu jimin. ( was going to anyways insert kissy face )

In all of his time of employment in the very establishment, he's only ever witnessed this height of elation once those searching have secured an actual paragon, a vintage turntable or speaker piece of few assembles, hardly ever over a standardized object. She was awfully ingenuous, at least that's what the guide of her fingers felt like, as if the mere surface was her portal into a world Heeseung constituted as her sole link to, the thought was kin to a black rose in a maze of red to him. And so was that simper her mellifluous tone poured out of.

"oh, you're wel- ! " It was as if the words were shoved back down his throat, the pressure of her weight colliding against his chest in all of her gust, the feather cast of her perfume wafting through his cycling of inhalation as the shorter, stray strands of her released tresses tickled the hemisphere of his countenance. That was certainly the one aspect of one's revelation Heeseung's never experienced, in the wake of such efforts; his palms accustomed themselves against the curvature of her torso, complimenting the mere dip of them instead of propelling her figure away. The male would never be one to disengage anomalous encounters. Albeit, various witnesses boring holes into the taller was never his predilection, but he felt it and unsettlement budded within his chest leading the display transient. "let's get you checked out, shall we." Mystifying enough, without exerting the force to shove the woman away, Heeseung simply squirmed his way out her hold. He couldn't reason with himself why the concept felt unwarranted to be uncharitable to this stranger and yet 'scamming her was enough' was stamped as an sign of far enough instead of his personal space being violated. disrupted couldn't began to describe the male as he merely took a step back, presenting the route towards the check-out counter as her path.

@lee heeseung. ( may not or may not wantt you to eitherr)


It was almost pitiful how her eyes lit up with anticipation and exhilaration at his recommendation when it's built under such false pretense. Furthermore, she didn't even own a vinyl player back at her apartment that she could think of, and yet she had an unwavering dedication to completing the arbitrary purchase. There is no questioning. His duplicity was outright laudable, with such coaxing and confidence he could sell a tv to a blind man effortlessly.

The intensified emotion attributed to her inebriated state veritably made her more fascinated than the average person would be. Much less over something she virtually had no prior clue of. Jimin wasn't the belligerent drunk type, in fact quite the contrary. She craved touch and with the lack of rationality dominating her every move; she sought that very deprivation. Often ignoring the very concept of a stranger's personal space, this time manifesting as her hand cascading over his to feel at the subject of examination while he explained its false prominence. "Look's like I've hit the jackpot then? Thank you! " She replied in a sing-song tone. Her cheeks bulged against her lower eyelids as she simpered at him, comely and jovial. She believed every mendacious word that left his lips, letting her plastered urges get the best of her, lunging towards him in an artless embrace, slender arms enclosed his neck, gracious yet rash, her movement was so swift that the clip securing her elegant updo loosened, causing her hair to cascade down around her shoulders. under the bliss of ignorance she was unconcerned to the absurdity of the sight. The unforeseen levity a display of the ravenette's vehemence albeit in on lookers point of view it was just a barefoot drunk women pouncing a innocent worker.

@yu jimin. (i cant help it we both know this nvnvnv)

The brisk motion of her acknowledgement almost appeared as a flinch and earned a confounded joint raise of the taller's brows, even the disconcert veil of her features radiated a sight for sore eyes, Heeseung could merely wonder if she was always one to be frightened or telling from the subtle sharp clarity beneath the munificent shield of fragrance that clung to her the closer he neared; her sloshed ascendency were the culprit. Astounded over the revelation one would stop by in a significant state, Heeseung wouldn't be the authority figure to whisk her away.

His consideration lied in the material so gleaming of her approval, it made no substance to him if she were to disregard it with a change of heart or not; albeit it was either inveigling her to those whims or turning her disruptive emanation away, Heeseung preferred the first option. Of course he had no idea what he was dishing to the woman, in fact, the cover didn't look familiar even if it were the third time he was seeing it, it was deluding the dauntless way his digit rose in pressing against the glossy finish beneath an arbitrarily chosen track along the display. "yeah, this one.. right here is a favorite. They sell out rather quickly, so i wouldn't second guess this. "

A plethora of selfsame discs lied neatly tucked away in the realms of the backroom full of other items ready to be moved out upon approval, But to admit such pretense were dependency of her ignorance. A provisional fact he shouldn't want for preying on despite his unmistaken will to do so, his rationality never fully went hand-in with his subconscious.

@lee heeseung. ( hhe i knew it would! <3 hhhh shhh you cant butter me up like thiss! )

Ignorant to the inconspicuous sign stating not to touch the merchandise, she defied the directive each time her index grazed the thin edge of the plastic as she mentally enumerated the seemingly finite number of vinyl's displayed. Her smile would significantly blossom wider whenever she spotted an particularly laudable cover that caught her eye, subsequently she dropped her shoes with a loud thud to the floor, in favor of shifting through the stacks with more efficiency.

Engrossed in her own world, the interruption that came in the form of an unfamiliar male voice caused her to flinch before jerking her head in the said direction. The sudden slice back to reality had her blinking more than necessary as she fell into a mental dialogue with herself over who he was, why he could've approached her and before she could think of more unanswered queries he spoke. Her orbs doubled in size, preparing to elucidate herself had the need to presented itself, however despite her usual venial privilege, it came to a surprise to her when his words were merely of galvanizing nature.

"Oh..." She breathed out, not bothering to mask the relief in her voice when she spoke again. Gently caressing the cover of the apparently commendable album, when it finally clicked to her. He worked here. "Is it..?" Obviously ingenuous to the artist, the recommendation festered a sense of excitement in her. Did she plan on buying something here? no but was she considering without consideration or a doubt? definitely.

@yu jimin. ( its okay lmao alternating sounds good to me, it was such a good reply i had to pace myself lmao )

Invariably a miffed glint adorned his orbs despite the furtive attempt of hiding it, however it transcended to that of ambivalence upon resting his sights on the very cause. Obsidian tresses pinned to a modish up-do, and the air of elegance tying up her attire outlining her assets, a chasm from the rest dawned her as the belle, Heeseung assumed she had awfully mistaken her surroundings for that sole fact. Engendering his fascination, he peered on as her awareness seemed off, or she chose to appear oblivious to them, as well as the signs printed in bold above the displays 'Do not tamper with the items' They read, alas she proceeded to.

Heeseung never gave mind to the customers unless one required his attention, not that she asked for it albeit she might as well had been scintillating the way she stole it, her merit. It wasn't simply himself, it seemed as though the bystanders focus were primarily along the woman in question as well. Granted from her appearance, or the thoughtless purr of her laughter mingling with the considerate volumes of lift music.

'She has to be out of it.. ' A simper of infamy nature shaped his tiers.

Lifting the block of mahogany stationed to cut-off employee only realms from free access, Heeseung circled his way about the surface. barring forward seemed far too evident, he intended to ease closer. "sorry, maybe check that one out? please continue your search" aiming to inculcate the bystanders attention, barring his voice through the air. It proved useful as their whispers delve lower and their glances minimized. His amble continued, orbs trained upon the rows of covers housing each disc, until he was of an arm's width from the girl. Head posed in a slant descrying the edge of a cover her lithe digit hovered along. It took but a glance to those sculpted features to affirm his beliefs, in each way they formed.

"you know.. that's a really good album. "

@lee heeseung. ( eeiii I swear we’re not keeping it this length my fingers just got carried away lmAOOO but i reckon alternating can’t hurt! )

Her ability to coalesce into practically every environment was a quality she’s honed over the past years. Trial and error plagued her attempts innumerable times but her tenacity kept her dedication unwavering. ‘Fake it until you make it’ becoming a mantra she meditated frequently ere it became a subconscious practice. With greater familiarity each event became a walk in the park for Jimin, she knew exactly what to say, how to say it and when to say it. It was second nature to her, the only perturbance the somnolent aftermath.


4-inch kitten heels clutched securely between her lithe fingers, causing a distinct clacking sound to echo the sidewalk each time they collided while she passed through. The balls of her bare feet had a vague ache with each step, but the serenity of her high mostly numbed the pain. Perhaps she is inured to the customary agonizing sensation by now. Downing 3 or 4 glasses of prestige cuvée throughout the evening proved enough of an anesthetic, she was inebriated. Albeit nothing beat the relief she felt finally removing the constricting footwear.


No predetermined destination ahead, she followed wherever her intoxicated sense of direction would lead her. She wasn’t vastly familiar with the area, she couldn’t have visited more than twice and in that time it was always fleetingly once she arrived to the designated event. The transitory atmosphere an imperative aspect that kept her from becoming jaded of the redundant world she would play pretend in for the day or night.


The waning sun casting a cool tone, an intimation it would tuck away to the other side of the world soon in place of it’s comely counterpart.

‘It’s getting dark already?…’

Jimin ruminated and craned her view to the sky, halting in her tracks from the revelation. But the orotund tunes resonating from the record store an abrupt distraction that captured her focus from her susceptibility of inattention. It didn’t take long before one foot was sauntering in front of the other, guiding her into the boutique building.

Formal gown clung taut to her figure, presenting a seraphic semblance. Her exposed feet an whimsical contrast to her ostentatious appearance. Cloying curve of her lips, her free hand testing the surface of each product on display she could reach. Rejecting acknowledgement of the loutish stares she received from the bystanders. She was in her own world, laughing and indulging in seemingly nothing to the sober eye. Oblivious of her surroundings, and the disturbance she caused to the previously quiet establishment.

@yu jimin. '19:00'

Apathetic orbs caught a glimpse of the digital, rectangle clock suspended against the wall. Slow intervals of his shift equated to dusting the display stands, and all probable maintenance control he could compress in before the next surge of wanderers. Albeit, Heeseung would partially abide by those guidelines, during this particular instance, it would've been his third sweep of the day and to exert himself to such lengths proven tedious. His manager requested of him to remain at least an hour over, having far too much hubris in the twenty-two year old. Granted come any misconduct Heeseung would blame the other employee and portray himself the most virtuous of the pair, it was a tad unfortunate the manager failed to be aware of his perfidious habit. Nonetheless, the ideation of overtime generally piqued the garnet's interest, and led him to acquiesce. But benefits were but a deceit when it came to receiving them, revisiting how he earned himself overtime had been the testimony of that and to claim adversity was an understatement.

Stationed hidden behind the blockage of the check-out counter, bent at the waist to rest his forearms atop the mahogany finish. Repeating his spent attempts to entertain himself, skimming over the printed writing reflected under the glossy finish of a vinyl cover. 'Nirvana' it read in raised letters, followed by the album's written contents. He might as well know it by heart just how many times he's observed this cover. Time was dragging, he'd assume intentionally if it weren't a constancy of existence. Heeseung couldn't be sure how much more of this he could withstand. 'i've got to get out of here.. i could say som- '

The indicators chimed, ranging throughout the store to signify an entering customer, ultimately interrupting Heeseung's thought process due to it's timing. Inhaling a miffed intake of air merely to relieve his lungs of it a second later, Heeseung was prepared to plaster that inviting frontage that nailed him this employment, once again.