currently recovering
from a hiatus.
Myungsoo merely nodded in response to the other’s questions before one forced him to verbally respond. “Fear and loathing in Las Vegas.” He lifted a gloved hand to smooth out a few nonexistent wrinkles in his tailored black coat, fluffing his white scarf a bit while his sharp eyes took in the attendant’s full form as he walked from behind the counter. The brunette was fine with the lack of speech passing between them. He didn’t like having his time wasted with mundane pleasantries. May as well be silent if you don’t have something substantial to say, was his thought on the matter.
Moving his gaze away from the stranger’s backside to the lined shelves, he paused in front of a section that was relation to the genre he was looking for and pulled out a book to study its content. Deciding to take it, he moved further down, noting the creaking floor as he stopped behind the taller male. “Well, do you have what I seek or am I wasting my time?” Myungsoo mumbled. He was never one for tact and it seemed in this case he didn’t plan on using the little he did possess. “How do you stay in business? The lack of clientele is enough to suggest that you are a forgotten gem with the sea of brighter treasures,” The younger asked; his eyes glancing over to stare at the man’s profile, not caring that it was probably too personal of a question to ask and expected the other to answer it.
He nodded once to the title name before stopping once he reached ‘Thompson’. Lifting the same finger he placed it on top of the book’s spine, flipping it out. And without a response to his question, he handed him the book. Won Bin had never himself read the book, only knowing the author by name and the titles; not content. He was on his way to walk past the other, assuming he didn’t need any more help, until the question had him stop in his tracks.
The fable couldn’t help but let a small smirk tug at one corner of his lips. Indeed, how had been in business all these decades? “By donations and regular customers.” he replied simply, his demeanour returning to his normal stoic face. “You’d be surprised.” he called while making his way back to the counter. It wasn’t a lie either. The Mayor’s office sometime pumped in a few dollars or old customers, regulars, that had noticed his shop for many years until they passed away. Then testifying money to him. All of this and the money from the books he actually sold was enough to keep him going. For now, that is.
There were many things Myungsoo disliked and being cold was one of them. Though he enjoyed the stillness that winter brought, especially when it blanketed the world in white, the freezing temperatures were something he could do without. It seemed this morning was bent on giving him a small taste of what the upcoming few months would be and forced him to break out the scarf and gloves. Deciding that shopping would be the start of ways to lighten his mood for the day, the brunette had spent the better portion of his afternoon visiting one boutique to the next; making small purchases at each one and forcing his poor driver to carry all the bags. Spotting a bookstore, Myungsoo made a beeline for it, curious about the selection it housed. “You can return to the car,”
The young male replied when his driver moved to open the door for him. “This will be my last stop and you hovering over me will wear on my nerves. I won’t tell father you weren’t watching my every move, now go on.” He made a dismissing motion with his small gloved hand before making his way into the store after a young woman. Pausing, he glanced around the small shop beginning to doubt it held anything of interest. Hearing the greeting, Myungsoo walked in further to see an older looking male nestled behind a counter. The brunette’s dark eyes gave the attendant a quick once over; appreciating the view. “Do you carry any of Hunter S. Thompson’s works? I’m in need of a new copy of one of his novels.” Myungsoo responded to the greeting by launching into the reason he was there while making his way closer to the counter.
The male stood up, drawing a hand through his hair in the process. “Thompson.”, he let the name roll of his tongue, allowing his mind to maul it over. He lifted a hand to scratch under his chin. Hadn’t he seen a few copes coming in a month or two ago? Nodding, he looked over to the shelves on his left, considering where he put them.“The journalist?” He questioned, just to make sure he wasn’t mixing him with another author named Thompson. He took in pride in his store, and not to mention his knowledge on books to present the wrong titles to the male.
“Was there a particular title you were interested in?" He let his eyes turn back to the male, watching him consider what he told. Pushing himself away from the counter he walked around it, the wooden floor creaking with each step. Motioning to follow him he passed the male and headed towards a a shelf to his left. The fable didn’t say much as he lifted a slender finger along the book shelf, tracing the author names while doing so. Then again, he never really did say much in general. Won Bin was never one for unnecessary conversation or words. Something that always made people see him as a cold and cruel man. Cold maybe, but never cruel.
The day might have been cold, but that never failed to make male go to his book store regardless. Though he was particularly grumpy, or rather, he had gotten no sleep what so ever in the previous night. Or the one before that again for that matter. Fishing up the keys from his pocket he unlocked the door and flipped the sign around. It didn’t take long after he had managed to hang up his jacket did the bell go off and his first customers stepped in. He couldn’t help but to peek down at his watch, surprised on how early they were, only to realize it was past 11 am already. “Welcome.”, he called and took his customary place behind the wooden counter.
