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the sudden whip of cold air accompanied by the brash slam of door colliding against tiles and concrete wall startles minho, jumping at the impact that causes him to turn his head to the general direction of the entrance, not at all surprised by the reveal of culprit’s identity. of course it’d be vikki, who else could it have been?

dark hues follow her approaching figure, a grin that glints of nothing but mischief resides on his expression. “it’s the easiest thing i could snap off him without causing any other damage.” he shrugs as if his explanation makes his entire ruse any better. it doesn’t. the life-size skeleton made no efforts to rattle less, or at least quieter, when handed off to vikki, unashamed of all his boney glory to be passed across the table despite glancing eyes from those around them.

the exchange was smooth, minho pulling the magazine closer towards him, fingers ready to fiddle and break through plastic, teeth on standby just in case he’ll have to resort to biting it all off. “not enough flesh for my liking.” he scrunches his nose in distaste "bones aren’t actually great for…boning despite its name.”

”double fisting just doesn’t do it for me anymore.” his expression sullen, a sigh leaves his lips. both cups were empty, but the lid and its solid colors makes it appear otherwise. “have at it.”

Now that Teddy was back in her possession she felt more at ease - stroking its bald skull and placing it closer to the wall. Positioning him in such a way it looked natural for him to be sitting. A gasp would leave her lips as she turned her head back around to face Minho - her hands raising to cover the skeletons ‘ears’ or...where the ears were supposed to be. “Don’t say that in front of him! This is the last time I leave him in your care.” sounding utterly scandalized by the males choice of words. Giving a delicate sniff as she removed her hands from Teddy’s ears and went to grab one of the coffee cups. A whine escaping her as she realized just from the weight and lack of warmth from them that there was indeed....no coffee within them. Chucking the empty cup at Minho she would call him every name in the book. She’d reach across the table for the other coffee cup - which was also empty - and proceeded to throw that one at him as well. A spur of giggles coming from either one of them as they acted like children and ‘fought’ with one another. Eventually a waitress would approach and ask the two to calm down - that or they’d be forced to leave. Victoria would purse her lips in minor annoyance as she composed herself and would snatch a menu off the table before ordering herself a latte and Minho another cup of Black. The waitress would leave to fetch them their order - but not before Victoria kicked Minho’s leg from beneath the table.

“i’m no genius but I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. if anyone slips and falls in that tiny puddle, you’d definitely put the blame on me- and don’t you deny it.” she points at vikki with feign suspicion as she approaches, but it wasn’t long until a pout replaces her previous expression when she was robbed of the croissant that was never hers but have felt a deep connection with.

struggling to open the chocolate milk, even after twisting the cap with her pajamas, she sets her drink in front of the other wordlessly asking for help. while waiting, eleanor digs into the bag once more, fishing out a blueberry muffin and, while maintaining eye contact, slowly took it out of the small plastic bag and took a rather hesitant bite, checking her friend’s expression as she does so. “i guess this is mine, then.” she chimes through a mouthful, making grabby fingers for her drink.

“i’m sick and tired of your lies.” she fake sobs through another bite, humming in delight afterwards. “hey, don’t blame me. I’m merely a victim of cliffhangers, and before I knew it, it was three in the morning. and you’re one to talk, miss i’m-too-cool-for-bedtimes.”

Laughing she would give a shrug - true enough. Though she was more likely to pretend she had no idea about the water and would claim Ele wouldn't know either. Though whoever slipped was likely to be laughed at by Vikki - not a good first impression, sure. But it would've been funny, though she hadn't considered the possibility of anyone slipping in the first place.

Once the chocolate milk was placed in front of her she would suck a bit of cheesy butter off her thumb before she took hold of the bottle. Twisting and turning it as she struggled to open it too she would let out a frustrated mix of a groan/scream before finally the cap twisted beneath her ministrations. "Jesus Christ, they don't want anyone getting into that." sounding mildly out of breath as she slid it across the counter back to Eleanor. 

how long he’s been hogging the booth remains an unknown fact for minho, for time is but a social construct designed for humans to obsess about and orbit their everyday around. that said, no one has asked him to leave, not with the two cups of coffee on his table, deeming him a costumer and giving him the right to remain seated. he checks his phone once in a while, to see if the younger girl has responded yet, and to check if the gauge on his mobile game is full.

a snicker leaves the male upon reading the incoming message, giving him an incentive to move after having been sat for gods know how long, just so he could position the skeleton in any way he wants. he slips between one arm, careful not to break the fragile bones, and lifts teddy’s phalanges a certain way (read: with only his middle finger shown). minho sticks his tongue out before sending the photo to his friend and co-host. a well-deserved pat on the back follows, and even though he’s the one moving it, it was teddy’s very own hand, therefore not his own.

[SMS ➠  vicks vaporub] hurry up before i start using one of his toes as toothpick

In only a few short ten minutes Vikki had been dropped off in front of their meeting spot - a gasp tearing from her lips as she spotted Minho from the window with Teddy posing for the camera. It was then she received the text message of him threatening to use one of Teddy’s toes so indecently. Swinging open the door she would storm inside the once quiet cafe - doing what is called the ‘Vikki Affect’ where wherever she goes is usually thrown into some amount of chaos. Marching directly up to Minho she would place her hands flat against the table and scrunch her face up at him in mild disgust. “You gross ass, Of course you’d use his toes. Fuckin’ freak!” she said this with a straight face....for the most part at least, because afterwards a chuckle escaped her.

Sliding into  the opposite side of the both she would hold a hand out to Teddy as her other hand fished out the latest issue of JUMP from its plastic bag. Placing it on the table she’d narrow her eyes at her companion. “I’ll be checking for bite marks later.” Sliding the magazine - cover up - towards Minho as her other hand opened in closed in a grabby motion towards her beloved Skeleton.

In typical Victoria nature she’d be unaware of any of the chaos she had caused by making such a scene upon her arrival - the gaze of onlookers completely nonexistent to her. She would instead peer into the coffee cups before Minho. 

“of course i’m worried about the food, i’m starving!” she continues her jest, all the while attempting (and failing) not to let a laugh slip between and past each words. eleanor’s more than acquainted with vikki’s loud demeanor, which is exactly why she convinced her to move in today, of all days, when their housemates weren’t home.

a small yelp escapes her, somehow not anticipating the childish act from the other, earning a hit on the shoulders from a shuddering eleanor. “you are so petty!” she laughs, helping pat off the remaining snow on her clothes before she accepts the bag, keeping it close to her.

“you’ve only been here for a literal minute and we already made a mess.” her eyes trail away from the wet spots by the door, jotting a mental reminder to clean that up later, as she makes her way to the dining area and sets their breakfast down. an exaggerated gasp, followed by the rustling of paper bag fills the empty air upon hearing those magical words. “have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Waving at the door dismissively and any of the wet spots before she continued. "It's just water, if anything I cleaned the door and you should be thankful." This wasn't the first time she was at Elle's - now her - home. She'd been here a few times prior so the layout wasn't  anything new to her but her eyes still wandered as she followed behind her friend into the dining room. 

Her jacket slung over her shoulder as she swatted Eleanor away from the croissant that she had gotten herself - knowing her friend well enough that if she left her food unattended that she WOULD eat it - she'd feel bad afterwards but Eleanor was more of a eat first ask questions later kind of gal. Vikki respected that of all things. Tucking her phone into her back pocket she would give a mock snort at the words of affection. "Nope, never heard that in my life." She muttered back as she unwrapped her own breakfast and took a bite out of it. A mouthful of food as she reached over and plucked fuzz from her friends hair. 

@csvikki

the concept of sleep is something minho’s familiar with, yet merely acquainted with all at once. a deep, convulated relationship he finds himself trying to analyze over a warm cup of coffee with a close friend of his at lucky study cafe. eyes seem to be on him, or rather, on his companion, teddy the skeleton. is it weird to see a life-size skeleton sitting in one of the many unoccupied booths of the cafe on a thursday afternoon? probably. would anyone who knew minho put it past him? probably not. 

he likes his coffee black; dark and bitter, like how he perceives himself as, no matter the cliche of it all. he brings the cup to his lips, careful not to burn himself, and reads over his phone on one hand, deleting spam emails from websites he forgot to tick off the ‘receive newsletters’ of. setting his drink down, minho pulls up a messaging app and began typing.

[ SMS ➠ vicks vaporub ] i have teddy hostage. want 2 see him?                                            bring latest issue of JUMP @ lucky study

Either luckily or unluckily, Vikki has yet to retire for the evening as well. Practically nocturnal at this point, she happened to be on one of her infamous nightly strolls when her phone had vibrated to life in her hand. Her steps faltering until she came to a complete stop at the base of a nearby lamp-post. Standing in its orange hue as she unlocked her phone and opened up her latest messages. A grimace would come to her face as she decidedly scrolled past multiple messages she had yet to ‘open’ or reply to - she didn’t plan on it anyways. Truly she only ever replied back to two people...one being Eleanor and the other...well..

[SMS ➠  Minnie Mouse] i gave u teddy in confidence and this is how u treat me? i’m omw u coward i’ll kill u

Her fingers had typed the message as fast as her typing skills would allow. How DARE Minho threaten the livelihood of her skeleton! Though the previous grimace on her face had unknowningly changed into a smug grin as she entered the nearest convince store and got the latest issue of JUMP as requested. While she waited for the sleepy eyed store clerk to ring up her purchase she would type in the coordinates to Lucky Study in her phone and would set out to the cafe as she hailed a cab.

with late autumn sharpening and sliding into winter, eleanor found herself comfortable under the warm blankets of her bed, despite having been awake for the past hour or so. she absolutely, without a doubt, love the chill that comes with the season, but her body rebels against her, claiming otherwise. the young girl has always been intolerant to the cold weather, sensitive to even the smallest drop of temperature, and yet has the nerve to enjoy it, no matter state she ends up being later.

the incoming message on her phone prompted eleanor to slip out of bed and into her slippers, taking her time to move downstairs in some sort of punishment for her friend’s lack of common manners, but not too slow to reward her rare use of 'please’. upon reaching the front door, she opens it just enough to stick her head out, bedhead meeting her friend’s, eyes scoping in on what’s occupying her arms.

“you brought food!” finally opening the door wide, she feels herself shiver under the cold winter breeze. “hurry up inside, vik. the food will get cold!”

"You're worried about the food! I could've gotten frost bite! A minute longer and I would've been apart of a live action Frosty the Snowman remake!" her voice loud and complaining, just as usual. She'd been able to keep the same tone of childlike whining throughout the years despite being the elder of the two.

Side stepping Eleanor she shook out her green tinged hair in the direction of the younger girl in an attempt to get melted snow on her as she shimmied around to get warm - along to remove any snow left on her. Closing the door with her elbow she would poach over the bag into Eleanor's hands as she began to shed off her outer layers. 

─ Have you heard? VICTORIA CHAE has been seen around the streets of Sinchon-dong! They’re 20 YEARS OLD and currently living at SIKMUL SHARE HOUSE ROOM 3, and when they’re not home you can catch them working as a TAROT CARD READER ! I hear they’re also studying BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION at MYONGJI UNIVERSITY, isn’t that cool? Anyway, if you want to catch up to what they’re up to, simply hit them up on twitter at @boneher instagram at @boneher youtube @Not Found Podcast or snapchat @ickyvicky !