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ahyexn:

Another day, another opportunity to dazzle someone’s day with a cute piece of lingerie or answer a call to book a tattoo session. And being in Acarike for only two months, Ahyeon couldn’t be any happier with the outcome of the risk she took by opening her own boutique. The sun is shinning bright outside so she partially opens the curtains, just enough to light up the place without making it too warm inside. Suddenly, as she tidied up the rest of the store to have it ready for the customers, the dreamcatcher chimed to her surprise.  

“Welcome! Please, how can I help you in this lovely morning?” She replied, greeting the possible customer with a smile and small bow that came out of habit. 

of course, esme was instantly drawn to the new boutique that had opened. she was sick of all the tacky stores around town and missed having a bit of luxury in her wardrobe. when esme decided to leave new york, she couldn’t exactly pack her whole wardrobe, only practical things.

the boutique definitely wasn’t like the ones she was used to. it was quaint, but nice enough. “i’m just, here to look at what you have,” esme said, eyes gazing around. she was trying not to seem too pretentious, especially since she hadn’t even properly looked at everything.

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btaeil:

Warmth rolls off of him in virtually palpable waves as he looks down towards the ground, expression set in a sun-bathed smile. It’s hot enough out that he’s got sweat beaded on his skin, sticking hair to his forehead and making him look as if he should probably be absolutely miserable, though he doesn’t seem it. In comparison to where he grew up, the dry heat of New Mexico is pretty mild to him; at first it was a bit more difficult given his constitution was more acclimated to humidity, but that’s another story. After five years, it’s gotten to the point where it’s preferable, especially in the days following his bi-weekly holidays back to his home city. Today is comfortable at worst.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” To anybody viewing him from behind or from far off, it would appear as if he’s speaking to himself. Those with a better angle will be able to see the little pup at his feet, wagging her tail with so much enthusiasm her entire backside is wiggling back and forth. He has a day off today, so he’s taking full advantage of it by spending the majority of his time outside, ‘training’ his new puppy. Unfortunately, Taeil’s definition of teaching her seems to be hand feeding her treats whenever he tells her to ‘sit’ or ‘stay’, and she, in turn, does nothing at all to earn it. It’s a bonding exercise, according to him. ‘Bonding’, of course, meaning he wants her to love him, and she seems to love him the very most when he’s giving her food. He’s not above buying affection. Don’t ever think that he is.

Of course, he’s also not exactly used to having to hold onto a leash, so when another person wanders into the (somewhat) immediate vicinity of where they are, he’s not expecting the sudden way she’s ripping her lead from out of his hand. “Shit —” He cuts off as he half-stumbles to his feet, too-long, clumsy limbs falling over themselves in his haste to get after her. The pup is already excitedly bounding over to the stranger, as sociable as anyone could possibly hope to be, and her entire body is just a mess of wiggles and shaking as she rolls herself onto her back in front of them to beg for belly rubs. “Sorry! Sorry, she’s mine. I promise she’s nice!”

warm weather seems to be what esme thrives in. having taken vacations in some wonderfully tropic places, not to mention having spent a month in morocco and traveled numerous times to dubai. but it seemed to be different, here in new mexico. while she enjoyed being in the sunshine, soaking up the rays and feeling the heat against her skin, esme had soon realized that maybe she didn’t want to constantly live in it. despite her, very strong, dislike for rain, she wouldn’t want to live in a place that didn’t experience actual seasons.

so, why on earth did esme choose to go on a run on this stickily hot, summer day? well, she doesn’t quite know herself. it was less of a run, now, though. not even a jog. the heat has beaten her. stopping, she wipes sweat from her brow with the sweatband on her wrist, face in an expression of slight disgust as she does so. as she takes a moment to catch the breath that she didn’t really lose in the first place, a dog approaches her.

esme doesn’t mean to squeal, but the surprise appearance of the puppy forces it from her. “i do not- huh,” she says, trying to compose herself and taking a step back. “i am not a fan of dogs.”

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luluhaycs:

luna was always known to be talkative and outgoing, but grocery shopping alone was a task that made her nervous. she didn’t like being vulnerable and in a situation that forced her to break her indecisive personality. although due to her discomfort, she always ended up randomly choosing without rationally thinking things through. along with that demeanor came the inability to say no to her cravings therefore causing the cart to stack up. once she was finally able to pull herself away from the aisles, she found her way to the checkout line. it only took a moment of awkward silence for luna to nervously strike up a conversation with the person beside her. “every time I tell myself that shopping while hungry doesn’t affect me, yet here i am, spending way too much on groceries i probably don’t need.” she continued to stare at her own cart, slowly moving forward with the line. “is it still considered grocery shopping if the majority of it is snacks?” luna inquired with a chuckle, tucking a thick lock of hair behind her ear. majority was a slight exaggeration, there was a healthy mix of essentials, but a good portion of it was snacks.

it’s still hard. living on a budget. especially when esme actually does have money she can spend. of course, while road tripping she didn’t use up all her trust fund. a considerable amount, to some people. but to her, it was a mere blip. so there was still a lot left. but it wasn’t growing any bigger. one thing esme had noticed after essentially running away, her parents were no longer adding any more money to it. despite the money she still has, which would allow her to live comfortably, at least for a little while, esme wanted to budget. she wants to be normal, after all. so here she is, at the grocery store, her cart looking particularly bare and her face looking sullen. “i’m still getting used to actually shopping for myself,” esme responds to the other. “plus doing it on a budget makes it even harder.” she tries not to sound bitter, the other girl has done nothing wrong, after all and seems pleasant enough. “who knew avocados were so expensive.”

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i’ve been mia for a few days bc of personal/family problems but im back on form now!!

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jcekyung:

jaekyung laughed softly. not in an insulting way, but because he understood her awkwardness. he had been that awkward many times himself, and he hoped she didn’t feel too uncomfortable, as she seemed to be desperately trying to recover. “ oh, yeah! i understand, it’s okay, “ he laughed. “ i do that all the time, my fault for not hearing you correctly, “ jae assured her with a soft smile.  “ anyways, what do you think looks good? is that what you said? or no? “

it’s ridiculous. how incompetent and awkward she has become since moving her. esme williams is not an awkward girl. she’s poised, articulate, prevailing. back in new york, she never had to apologize for what she said, how she acted. but here esme was blubbering over nothing. “it’s not really any of our fault, i was just thinking out loud,” esme offers. “yes, that’s what i said. all the food stalls. it just all looks so rustic and fresh. i’ve not been to a thing like this before.”

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chcminhc:

minho may or may not have been plotting to see just how many sugary treats he could smuggle away from the stand without getting caught. it’s all about blending into the crowd, really, and looking like he knows what he’s doing. he’s got his eye on a caramel apple that looks like glowing amber in the july sun. it’s going to be a tough one, the apple too big and too sticky to slip into his baggy shorts pockets. so he stands, contemplating, before a voice speaks to his side. he jumps, immediately shifting into defensive. but the girl doesn’t look accusatory, so he relaxes into a friendly grin. “i don’t know what genius decided that caramel and apples go together, but they’re definitely the under appreciated genius of the culinary world.”

esme nods in agreement, smile unfolding on her face. “i have to agree. it’s such a shame they’re only really around two times a year. halloween and today.” she pulls out some money from her purse and purchases two of the apples. out of character for one such as esme, but it’s hard to deny the delightful mood she’s in. “here,” she offers one to the other. “i always wonder how the thought to combine two ingredients comes about. i wouldn’t say i’m a terrible cook, but i’m not particularly adventurous enough to come up with something revolutionary, like this.”

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judahimber:

He laughed, albeit a little too forcefully. “Oh, me neither. Me neither. I was just joking around. I always thought it was a little weird they’d leave stuff so out in the open when such dirty, thieving larrikins could be nearby.” he raised his eyebrows and shot the other a glance, interested into what kind of person they really were. “So, you’ve never even thought about committing a crime, huh?”

esme thinks about it for a second, head tilting slightly. “i mean, you’re right. i’m sure some people steal from them. but it can’t be that much of an issue if they do this every year, right?” crime is obviously present in new york. it even was in esme’s life. but petty crime like this never crossed her mind. now, she guess it’s something she probably has to think about. “not really. i mean, i’ve jaywalked before. once i... once i thought about trashing my house when my parents made me mad. but i never did, though. the would have probably cut my trust fund.”

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mcscn:

he’s about to retort with something he would consider charming, but the fluttering of her lashes caught him off guard. instead, he ended up chuckling bashfully, feeling a blush creep up onto his cheeks as he turns his face away from her in an attempt to hide how flustered she made him. “you gotta stop worrying ‘bout that shit.” usually, phrases like that would come out far more harsh – however, this time his tone seemed to be slightly gentle. “sometimes you just gotta live in the moment – have some fun.” his shoulders lift into a small shrug. “exactly, wouldn’t let you get hurt by anything dumb anyways.” 

“well like they say, old habits die. right?” she says, giving her signature sweet smile. esme’s joking, but only slightly. it is hard for her to give up the things she was used to. it could be easy for her to go back to her old life. drive back to new york, apologize to her parents. but no. that’s not what she wants. she won’t give them the satisfaction of giving in. “you’re right,” esme says, smile morphing into a grin. “and if you’e going to protect me, let’s have some.” an arm snakes it’s way around his and she rests her head on his shoulder. “show me around. you’ve been to loads of these, have you not? be my tour guide for the day.”

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choric:

         It should not have come as any surprise Noeul had made beeline for the food stands once he had the chance to indulge in the offerings the town people of Acarike had in display, or rather when attention was allowed to divert to them as he had found entertainment in other ways up to that point. Namely his best friends. Who he’d ditched now. See ya later losers. However vaguely familiar locks of blonde and upon glance taken figure had him pause, minor change in plans. He was – luckily – within hearing distance as voice was given to thoughts, soft chuckle and an amiable smile making appearance over having caught words uttered to the wind. “ I know something else that looks delicious. ” And, gaze was fixed casually on her, features almost diverting from meaning of comment as if he’d spoken about weather or the kind of normal, boring topics people tended to lift on the table.

as her head turns, a lock of hair fell across her face. “hmm?” esme mutters, moving the strand from her vision and tucking it behind her ear. “what’s that?” she asks eyes looking at the other stands. the celebration it’s self was very colourful and vibrant to look at. everyone was having fun and the whole atmosphere is just make esme smile. despite still feeling awkward about being an outsider. “is it always like this?” she inquires, slightly off topic.

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judahimber:

“Doesn’t it?” He agreed, knowing the other hadn’t been deliberately addressing him. However, he was the only one around and leaving the question hanging in the air was out of the question. “I’d say get one, but, they’re probably like twenty bucks a piece. You could probably swipe it though if the merchant wasn’t lookin’.” he smirked, chuckling lightly, just encase the other didn’t agree. At least then he could pass it off as a joke.

“twenty dollars? for that? that’s extortionate.” esme has payed a lot more, for a lot less. but it was always a lot higher quality than what’s in front of her right now. no matter how delicious it looks. “swipe it? as in, steal? i would never do such a thing,” she retorts, almost insulted he’d even suggest such a thing. she’s never even thought about doing such a thing. never had to. even now, in the low paying job she’s got. esme was above such things.

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jcekyung:

after the parade and hanging out with his brother and friend, jae had decided to explore. he was walking around the food, looking at his options. there were a few things that caught his eye- but not much. he hated hot dogs and hamburgers, and that seemed to be most of it. jae does, however, find a stand with pizza, and looks at the prices while thinking about whether or not he should get a slice of cheese pizza. the blond shakes his head, deciding that he wasn’t really that hungry. as he’s walking away from the stands, he hears a girl speak near him. not hearing her well and thinking she’s talking to him, jae turns around, “ huh? “

“hmm?” esme blinks a few times, turning from the stand to look at the other who has just turned a round. “oh, sorry--” she says, giving a small, half smile. “i wasn’t talking to you. not in a-- not in a ‘i don’t want to talk to you’ or ‘i’d never speak to you’ way,” she’s ranting. trying to make herself seem less stuck up. it was a habit, as of late. apologizing for her ways. but a lot of the time, esme just dug herself into a deeper hole. “i mean, i was just thinking out loud,” she finishes, rather sheepishly as she fidgets with the hem of her skirt.

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*uses stardust as a highlighter*

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mcscn:

he had half the mind to ditch this whole festival, but a certain blonde who constantly plagued his thoughts seemingly changed his mind. for reasons unknown to him, the moment he found out she was attending – he just had to be there. it bothered him greatly, because he never imagined himself getting invested in someone so posh, completely out of his realm, and actually growing fond of her. he catches a glimpse of her as he wanders around the festival, his lips tugging into a small resemblance of a smile. he actually wanted to meet up with her and arrive at the festival together, but of course she insisted that she could find the way herself just fine. completely missing his hints. “it does indeed.” he announces as he makes his presence known, standing beside the blonde. “i’ll buy us some, if you want.” 

she jumps slightly at mason’s words. he completely caught her off guard. “don’t do that,” esme says, turning slightly to look up at him. “do you always creep up on girls, or am i just special?” eye lashes flutter at him, almost unconsciously. she turns back to look at the food. “i don’t know. i mean, it looks good. but it’s probably filled with unnecessary calories and everything that’s bad for you.” back in new york, there were street food stalls everywhere, even in the upper sides. but esme never tried them. her mother always forbidding anything that wasn’t fresh or green. “i guess, it wouldn’t hurt just to try a bite, though..”

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fourth of july in acarike is definitely different to any other fourth july celebration esme has ever been to. usually she spends them in the hamptons, or another luxurious place. so this, this is different. but it’s a good different. there was so much pressure on esme to act a certain way when celebrating with her parents. but not here. in fact, people didn’t seem to notice her at all. she’s stood on a street corner, watching the last of the parade go by. she feels very out of place. though she’s been here for four months almost, she’s still very much a stranger to the town. esme contemplates leaving, when a food stand catches her eye. “that looks delicious,” she thinks aloud.

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✉️ Text: Esme 👑

mason: oi princess

mason: haven't spoken to you in a couple of hours

mason: making sure you haven't died via toaster yet

mason: forks + toaster = death, remember?

esme: And you call me 'high maintenance'

esme: I'm not a child, I can look after myself.

esme: Also that was ONE time. Why must you always bring it up?