People frown upon their linked hands, and Kyungsoo breaks the bond as if being electrocuted. Chanyeol does not question as he continues on making wild gestures, imitating the ancient status. Chanyeol does not mind a lot of things, Kyungsoo notes. The air vibrates around him as the crowd snickers, but Chanyeol shatters these connections with a wave of hand, and obnoxiously loud laughter. How that laughter, which steals the much treasured silence from Kyungsoo, tickles Kyungsoo remains unknown. So Kyungsoo laughs, with Chanyeol. Being another passerby in this lonely city, they bustle through. They turn around unexpected corners, and going down narrow alleys, away from the furious beating heart of the metropolis. Chanyeol seeks for Kyungsoo’s hand as they go down a tree shadowed street. And Kyungsoo unconsciously accepts as Chanyeol continues to joke about the constipated philosopher. The bouncy duo burst through the door of the antique shop. Chanyeol automatically tunes down his voice, as the air stills around them. The scent of rusted bronze lightly caresses Kyungsoo’s temples. Chanyeol squeezes Kyungsoo’s hand while Kyungsoo draws circle on Chanyeol’s wrist. The shopkeeper comes up to them and starts to talk about the history of each piece. The special quirks of each one, and Kyungsoo has his eye on a mermaid. Her hair flows fragilely in the crisp air, water droplets graciously dripping down her elegant curves, while her eyes gaze out into the street. A child like wonder, with her hand supporting her chin, Chanyeol muses to himself. But, Kyungsoo tugs at his hand and they stand face to face with a large painting. A haunting, cold mountain piercing the sky with the peaks, and the sky bleeds orange, staining the opaque snow translucent. They linger in the shop until the intoxicating air permeates though their skin and into their blood. The price tag is too much for their wallet, even when the shopkeeper offered a cheaper price. 

They wander around the boulevards, occasionally stopping by a park to pick some flowers. They placed the flowers all over their shirts and backpacks. Kyungsoo was reluctant at first, claiming that it was too girly, and people would stare and judge. Chanyeol only shrugged and put a violet behind his elf ears. Chanyeol smells like ro