"do you always hide behind your camera, or is it just around me?"
"i don't hide. i just don't waste my time on people who think they're better than everyone else."
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-wherein seo yeseul accidentally snaps a picture of lee hee...
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THE SUNLIGHT streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the collection of vintage cameras lined up neatly on the shelf. Yeseul sat on the seat beside her kitchen counter, cradling a cup of coffee, her gaze lingering on the cameras that each held a piece of history. The room had a comforting, nostalgic feel, with plants that added a touch of green to the otherwise neutral tones.
Yeseul sighed contentedly, letting the quiet morning soothe her. Collecting these cameras had become more than just a hobby; it was a way for her to reconnect with the past, to capture moments that were often overlooked. She took a sip of her coffee, savoring the taste, her mind never too far away from yesterday's events.
It had all been going along well until Heeseung came into the picture, she was annoyed by him, truly, she was.
She didn't like how Sunghoon kept behaving with her in a... nice way either, he was just...too nice for her own liking.
Every moment she spent with him, every smile he gave her, she wanted to know that it was for her but it wasn't, he was nice to everyone.
Yeseul finished her cup of coffee as she got up and reached for the camera in her shelf, it was her favourite one. But as she tried to turn it on, nothing happened. The camera remained lifeless in her hands.
Her brows furrowed. "Not now," she muttered, shaking it slightly as if that would help. But the camera refused to cooperate. With a sigh, she set it down. It seemed that her weekend plans had to take a turn.
She didn't want to go out on a Sunday out of all days.
"Well," she thought, glancing at the clock on her wall. "I Guess I have an excuse to buy a new one."
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The city was alive with its usual weekend bustle as Yeseul stepped out of her apartment, hoping that she wouldn't bump into the two brothers and thankfully, there was no sight of them.
She let out a sigh of relief as she crossed over the first danger and wandered into the streets, she greeted a few vendors that she had come to know during her frequent visits. The interaction was brief, just a nod or a wave, but it was enough to remind her of the comfort she found in these camera searching trips. Yet, as she passed by shop after shop, nothing seemed to stand out.
After what felt like hours of searching, Yeseul was beginning to lose hope. She was about to turn back when something caught her attention- a quaint little shop nestled in a quiet alley, almost hidden from the view.
The shop's exterior was charming, almost like something out of a storybook. The wooden facade was worn but sturdy, with faded signage that hinted at its age. Green vines curled around the doorframe, adding a touch of life to the otherwise old and rustic appearance.
