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@park sojin Temptation was forever of the crafty sort- seeking to slink along the time-worn sutures of Hae Byeol's willpower, lowly and unassuming... Only to wear them down to fibers like acid. And the tendrils of temptation had such a firm grip on Hae Byeol, that her gaze didn't even twitch as a shadow passed before her- notably someone heading to the counter. It stayed resolute and unwavering... But just as what was left of her control was whittled apart, just as her leg shifted to scoot her body out of her seat, she faltered. Something caught her attention, something that could only be most appropriately deemed as a 'change in atmosphere'. The characteristic silken comfort that this cafe donned all the way down to its frosted glass condiment shakers had melted away and a velvety thick tension was abandoned in its wake. Curiosity freed Hae Byeol from the trance just in time for her to be addressed, immediately shaking her from whatever spellbound state she'd lunged into.

Only to dive headfirst into another...

Temptation was crafty... And Hae Byeol should've known that it was impossible to defeat. Overcoming one temptation, after all, could only be accomplished with the distraction of another. And here 'she' was- standing before her with the scent of nicotine draped firmly against those succulent curves. 'Beautiful' wasn't a fitting enough word for the moonbeam skin wrapping around that narrow, almond-shaped face. 'y' was far from appropriate to describe the perfect Cupid's bow those rubescent lips were carved into. She was positively beguiling, and she was speaking. Wait... She was SPEAKING. "I- what?" was the first trickle of eloquence to dribble out of Hae Byeol's mouth. Keep it together... Reign it all in. Use that mouth for something beyond watering. "Oh! The desserts!" she blinked, jerking a thumb towards the counter's general direction, but still unable to draw her gaze away from this utterly imposing young woman. "N-No, I was just wondering how exactly you'd go about making a perfectly round cake ball. I mean, there isn't even a flattened end! It's like some unsolved, sugary riddle that you wanna pry into... You know, without sinking your teeth in first-" And now the eloquence was released in an uncontrollable- definitely undesirable- flood of ramblings... Over cake balls.

It seemed the only way Hae Byeol could stop talking was to cut off her words by shutting her lips, and she was quite glad that she did... Lest she wouldn't have been able to process the female's request. There... She wanted to sit there, with her. Across from her, actually, but being within the overall vicinity of this woman was enough to leave her gaping. Immediately, she gathered up her items, pulling them over to her end in a few sweeps of her arms. It was a wonder she hadn't upset her coffee in her haste... "Sure! Sure, go ahead. Saved it just for you." And what was meant to be a tease came out just a bit too breathily for her taste. Her bewitchment singed into the very cords of her veins and from the ashes of her blood rose something else... Something that threatened to rekindle a different sort of fire. Just glancing at this woman reminded her of a vampiress- alluring and merciless and oozing with enough confidence to get her what and where she wanted. Hae Byeol could picture her, lips rouged with smears of lust-tinged blood and a cigarette poised amid them leaking out vaporous regret from the souls she'd stripped down.

"Come here often?" Cliche question, yes, but definitely something she'd been wondering. "Sorry, it's just this must be my first time seeing you here." Or anywhere, to be honest...

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@park sojin The tiny bell tinkling overhead signaled to the cafe of her arrival, but to Hae Byeol, it only gave her a surge of relief. She was dying... Of this much, she was thoroughly convinced as her body foretold of a dangerous lack of caffeine. Though an energetic ray of movement by nature, it seemed that by occupation she was predisposed to her coffee addiction... She never once ran from it, only embraced it and catered to her needs. It was a common thing for authors, even for dreamers like herself who were studying to one day BECOME an author. The mind was a busy, little thing that never ceased its buzzing, and the truth of that had taken its toll on Hae Byeol's body... She was done in, her ideas completely sapped along with her energy. And her notebook was filled with lines of text angrily scrawled away in a myriad of colors. Writer's block was the death of an author, a lamentation that she could only fight against lest it smite her out for good.

Which was why she was walking- almost staggering- up to the counter with a gleam in her pink-lined eyes that borderlined tearful. The thick scent of coffee grounds clung heavily to her mind and urged her into ordering that double-shot caramel machiatto with extra sugar, heavy on the milk, as much caffiene as was allowed by the shoppe's code, and topped off with a splash of whipped cream all the more quickly. Turning from the slightly-overwhelmed barista, she strolled off to find a seat, frilled skirts swaying around the paleness of her legs. It was unusual to find this place so empty, so quiet... Though she didn't really give a damn so long as she could string himself out on that liquid drug and maybe win back an iota of inspiration. With a huff, she whipped out her sketchpad and flipped through it, hoping to garner a speck of creativity by drawing out...something. ANYTHING at that point, so long as it prevented her from procrastinating even further. In a last-ditch effort to spot a 'trigger' of some sorts, her eyes landed on the rows of pastries behind the glass-lined counter top. Her teeth slowly began to wear upon the rouge of her bottom lip as she stared in pout-faced desire. Maybe... if she ordered a chocolate biscotti, her inspiration would resurface even faster.

Like hell if that would happen...

@sumin [] That should be my line tbh ;; its okay cause I feel you bruh- I mean who doesnt get weak at the sight of ice cream? not me /cough

Chocolate brown orbs similar to melted chocolate stealthily eyed every female currently present in the coffee shop save for the ones which he deemed to old to become models. The morning which had been playing out quite well for the designer became rather sullen in a surprisingly short period of time and Sehun was honestly disappointed for the fact that not a single girl he caught a glimpse of seemed worthy of being scouted. It couldn't be helped that the brunette was usually anxious about work, his rivals often went by the motto 'beggars cant be choosers' and were triumphant when it came to numbers, doubling or maybe even tripling the number of models they had working under them compared to him.

Sehun had a tendency of snatching away the first or number one in everything he did much to the frustration of his rivals and it proved to be an objective he had reached consecutively without fail starting from the day he had debuted in the industry. To him 'quality triumphs over quantity' every time, but despite that being said it didn't help when he didn't come across any potential candidates. He wasn't the type and was just too stubborn to go against his morals as well, so it was quite frustrating.

Staring down at his arms on the counter he tapped his fingers on the mahogany and chewed harshly on the arm of his branded shades, venting his building irritation on the accessory. A feeling of content to be welcomed only when the Americano came into vision and the brunette thought of nothing but how wonderful it would be to let the caffeine wash away his concerns no matter how brief it may be. "Working over time?" he questioned the girl at the counter, one he conversed with just to let time pass by even though she was a complete stranger, not knowing her name despite exchanging small talk during his every visit to the coffee shop.

@sumin Sehun was clad in his own and currently very 'in demand' designer clothing which was making the front page of the majority of fashion magazines in Korea, where it was also slowly happened to be starting to make its presence known globally. Leisurely walking down the street the brunette was in a fairly good mood at finally having some time for himself, considering the fact that his work schedule had been quite unforgiving for the past month or so, the fashion shows, uncountable photo shoots and interviews leaving him no time to spare for the necessities such as food or sleep let alone his own interests.

A break after a long time felt immensely pleasant and being the coffee maniac he was what better way to ease the nerves than by paying a visit to Starbucks? Stepping into the said place Sehun made himself comfortable, leaning both arms over the counter as he removed his shades, chewing on its arms immersed in choosing what to drink. "I'll have a Frapucchino? A cup of coffee? An ice tea maybe? An Americano please" the brunette ordered his usual and the girl at the counter offered her trademark smile, one which regulars such as himself usually only got to see.

While waiting for his beverage Sehun couldn't help but let his gaze sneakily travel across the room, observing his surroundings had become a habit ever since he became a big name designer and unintentionally he would fret over work even while enjoying a well deserved break. Why observing? Simply put, he was searching or scouting for citizens who would pass off as potential models to join his studio. Sehun was renowned for transforming people with average yet attractive looks into stunning models but it wouldn't be a lie to say he was picky, after all such miracles didn't happen overnight. Resulting in the brunette having a handful of models (particularly female since his designs consisted more of female attire) he had handpicked personally working under him.