(/leans head on her shoulders, resting)
(/leans head on her shoulders, resting)
(/quirks an eyebrow) Yah, Choi Sooyoung are you high? (/laughs, covering her mouth with her hand)
yah why are you running from me anyway! (/stops halfway and rests because she’s tired and never does any physical activity orz)
yah! come back here! (/goes after you)
Yuri jumped, head snapping wildly around at the sudden disturbance. It wasn’t something she was supposed to do, obviously, since she’s supposed to feign ignorance and let the person pass by without confirming or denying her identity. However, with the silence and emptiness the park provided her, not to mention her lack of disguise whatsoever, Yuri felt a little extra jumpy when her name echoed around her. Her shoulders deflated immediately as she saw the unmistakably familiar figure of her good friend Jessica walking towards her, a smile automatically blooming on her face. “Sica!” She cried, equally happily. “No, no, of course you’re not disturbing. It’s been ages! How have you been?” Yuri had known Jessica for what it felt like all her life, and seeing as she just spent the last six or so months being MIA in Seoul, she felt like she hasn’t seen her friends in absolutely forever. “Omo~ I’m not being too obvious aren’t I? I mean, I’m not wearing any flashy makeup or anything …plus the place is pretty much deserted.” She laughed, thinking how fortunate it is to have Jessica find her as opposed to anyone else. “What are you doing around here? …oh wait! Don’t tell me…” Yuri faked a momentary pause to think. “If it’s Jessica Jung, it has got to be shopping!” She said, laughing brightly.
It felt like old times, sitting next to Yuri without having to worry about her being recognised or mobbed by fans. It relaxed Jessica to know they weren’t being watched by anyone, and it showed obvious on her features. “It’s been too long! I’m good, very good” She said simply, before hitting the other on the knee “What about you! Honestly, all I see on magazines is your mug” She joked, a teasing smile resting across her lips.
She tilted back a fraction to really get a good look at her friend, before shaking her head. “You stand out like a sore thumb” She told her honestly, shrugging like it didn’t mean anything. “But what better way to hide than in plain sight, right?” It was a good ploy, Jessica thought briefly. No one would expect such a high profile actress to just casually be reading in a regularly populated park so no one would be looking for her. Clever.
“I was shopping, it’s pretty tiring, you know. You should come with me some time, retail therapy is at its best when with Jessica Jung!” She cheered, clapping her hands together proudly. If Jessica had a gift, one thing in her life that she was absolutely certain about, it was shopping. As sad as it sounded on occasion, she was proud.
“No it’s fine. I enjoyed it actually.” Onew smiles and laughed. “My life is really boring outside of these cafe walls, other than me being in a band with a few friends.” Onew said and laughed. The conversation went on by Onew telling Jessica the weird experiences he had with his band mates. Like how they totally trashed his place by dropping chicken everywhere and their tiny gigs that they would do in the city. “Yeah I’m the singer too… I help write the band’s songs.” He said and smiled. Then he went into the topic of his weird past and how chicken became his favorite food. And how he started singing, he ran out of things to say about himself. He normally did not talk about himself to people he had just met.
When he checked up at the cafe’s clock he noticed that it was almost to closing time and that he had to get up and erase the daily special chalk boards, toss out the trash, and put all the coffee away into the under compartments. “Well it was nice talking to you Jessica. Do you want me to walk you back to your place? It’s dark.” Onew said with a concerning tone in his voice. He never really wanted anyone to walk alone at night he would always accompany them and walk back by himself to his apartment. “Even if you say ‘no’ i’ll still go with you.” Onew said with a slight chuckle.
She gasped and spluttered and laughed uncontrollably at all the stories he was sharing about his band experiences. Jessica had never once met someone like him, so comfortable in his oddness, with his clumsiness (his self described onew condition), his eternal love of chicken and how even if he had a bit of a weird upbringing he ended up the person that was sitting opposite her. She was a bit jealous, the familiar feeling tinging at the back of her mind, as she smiled softly at him. “You’re really interesting, you know that?” She said simply, leaning her chin into her hand, again. She was never so straightforward but he deserved to know.
Her eyes followed his as the clock told them that it was closing time and she knew that he had to do the regular closing routine — she’d stayed with Tiffany enough times to know how it all went down. She was about to decline his offer to walk her home, knowing she could simply call michael to pick her up but was soon silenced with his chuckle. She nodded to him, before allowing him to go do his jobs. She stayed by the front door, leaning against its frame and checking her phone once more. She was tempted to send a tweet about the afternoon she had but it would have to wait until she got home, as Onew once again approached her. “Ready to go?” She asked, almost too cheerfully.
Heechul tapped his foot as he played with the settings on his camera and hummed along to the radio. He lounged back in his chair, allowing himself to relax a little bit. It had been a long day, and it was only four o’ clock. Heechul had spent the whole day taking pictures of some bratty group of kids who were set to debut as a new idol group in a few months. They made him want to tear his hair out and scream, and even worse, he had run out of cigarettes half way through their shoot.
“Heebummie~,” He cooed at his gray cat, who was staring at him coolly from a white couch on the opposite side of the loft. “I need a cigarette~.” He glanced towards his phone, where he had sent a text to Jessica. No response yet. If it got to be much later, he would have to bug someone else to go get him cigarettes. Which required effort - effort he didn’t have after an entire day of photographing sixteen year olds. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. Coffee, too. He needed coffee.
As he was setting up his coffee to brew, he heard his phone ring. He snatched it up, glancing at the caller id before placing it to his ear. Heechul smiled at Jessica’s voice, cutting him off before he could even greet her. “I’m at the apartment, I’m done with shoots for the day.” Heechul responded. “You better have cigarettes with you, or I’m not letting you in.”
“I have a deck for myself, I don’t know about you,” She rolled her eyes at his response, laughing dryly to show that she was just joking. Pressing the screen to hang up on him, she stashed her phone back into her bag, turning her heels to cross the street to his block. Along his street was a quaint coffee shop, small and cozy, the kind that you knew was a family-owned business. They were friendly, tipping the edge at creepy but nice all the same and she left with two cappuccinos and a wide smile.
A few more metres and she approached the doorman to his apartment, as he allowed her in, returning her smile with a curt nod.. The elevator seemed sluggish as it carried her to his apartment floor and the ding resonated her ears when it finally arrived. Two rasp knocks were left on his door before she stepped back and waited for him. A minute passed and still no response. “If no one is home I guess i’ll have to drink this large cappuccino and smoke this deck of cigarettes by myself” She sing-songed, taking a sip from her coffee as she waited once more.