𓈒𓏸 the spin station ༄.°

@✧˚ s. yeonhwa her sudden appearance was unexpected. startled, jaehyun blinked rapidly in succession. he blankly looked at her unamused face, then to the broom that was tightly clutched in her hands. it was held in front of her defensively, bristle-side up. it was clear, there was some kind of misunderstanding going on.

he shifted his weight, leaning back in the slightest, as if he were bracing himself for whatever was going to be thrown his way next. his hands came to a rest to his sides. jaehyun then flickered his gaze back to her, maintaining a neutral, but calm expression. "i think there's been a misunderstanding." he stated, his voice steady but gentle. "i am looking to purchase something, but i can't seem to find it."

hie eyebrows furrowed subtly at the thought. jaehyun had wanted to purchase the particular album that he had last seen in the store, only a week prior to. he knew he should have bought it then, but he had already reached the limit of his monthly budget. he had meant to return to the store earlier, but he had busied himself with extra work; picking up overtime shifts for some extra money. finally, today had been the day he had a day off to return to the store. normally, he came to the record store quite often and routinely, so he was familiar with the faces of many of the employees, and even the owner of the estabishment, but the particular worker before him was someone jaehyun hadn't seen before.

"it's a record by the artist 'thee sacred souls'. there's no album title, just their name. yellow cover, with three guys all over the middle of the album." he explained, trying to describe what he was looking for. "do you know if you saw it anywhere else in the store?"

@✧˚ m. lisa a casual listening party for one of her favorite artists, a chill autumn night accompanied with a glass of wine in her hand; it had been a while since wonyoung attended an event, and she was completely immersed in the vibes and ambiance of it, sat discreetly at the corner people watching, music listening, engaging in conversations with people new and old. everything seemed to be going well, until there was a tug on her wrist, a bigger, bulky male latching on, voice low yet filled with anger and rage.

"lee beon-ni."

lee beon-ni, her alter ego for when she put herself on display, went out on dates as a rental girlfriend, a bright, bubbly persona with heavier, flashier makeup and blonde hair, a very very different appearance compared to her normal self now, and she would believe that it would be unrecognisable too. of course she'd deny being beon-ni, telling the male in a kind voice that he had got the wrong person, but when her eyes finally focused on his face, she realised him as the man who d her, inappropriate with her on the rental date. unable to hide the panic in her face, she desperately tried to pull her hand away, voice shaking. "you've got the wrong person, sir... please don't be like this..."

", you're lee beon-ni; i paid so much money to you, and you bailed just because of an ? you're a anyway, showing yourself off on sites, making money off this, what makes you think that you're so special?"

"i don't know what you're talking about, this beon-ni person or whoever, i'm not her!" her voice was a little louder now, hoping to catch any attention of people near her while desperately trying to shake him off, yet not wanting to ruin everybody's night.

"you ing , i'll-" a raise of a hand, and wonyoung was flinching, rooted to her seat, expecting that rough, burly hand on her face.

@✧˚ j. jaehyun it's been minutes since he came in— snooping around each aisle with a steady crease on his forehead, head turning towards her ever so often before he bends down to look at the lower shelves. she's seen him do this a couple of times— trying to look lost; if he wasn't scratching his head, he had his hands on his hips. and she watches, dark eyes trained on him like a hawk, lips pulled into a thin line. she waits a few more minutes before she prowls toward him— rechecking the shelf he’s gone through three times already— with a metal broom in her hand. she waits at the corner— at the right where she knows he’d turn to again, and steps in front of him with a blank look on her face, brandishing her weapon of choice without looking like she'd hit him with it. controlling her voice, she asks in a cool tone, “is there something i could help you with?”

she’d dealt with shoplifters in all walks of life. he’s not her first rodeo, but she's a new recruit and she’d hate to disappoint lisa when the woman had been nice to hire her despite her poor social skills. “because if you're not gonna buy anything, i suggest you leave.”