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.