Realistic or Modern 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

[ameuSHhen1Tn2ba]

Im Kyung-Wan

“Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.
It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.”

Kyung-Wan watched as Mi-So turned towards him. What a surprise. She didn't approve of his style choices. He was better than he used to be. Something about college made him value what he looked like. He tried. He really did. What he had now was better than what he used to have. Hand-me downs from older cousins and thrift store outfits were his childhood. He laughed, to this day, at a lot of his childhood pictures. Did he think he was cool in the mismatched outfits he rolled around in? That's what happened when he grew up without a mother and a father way too busy to help get him dressed in the morning.

It was at the mention of a spa day that Kyung-Wan looked over at his wife in a bit of shock. His eyes blinking at her in slight confusion. He had never stepped foot in a spa. Apparently it showed. He really thought he was qualified to play the park of rich woman's husband. He was sorely mistaken. He hadn't imagined it to be this much of a train wreck. After standing for a few seconds, slightly dumbfounded, he moved to catch up with Mi-So while pulling off his sunglasses and placing them into his pocket. When he did, she took hold his hand. Looking down at their intertwined hands, he was a bit shocked. It wasn't that the gesture meant anything, it was an act after all. It was the suddenness of the affection that was off putting.

He kept quiet while they made their way to the store. Today was sure full of a bunch of surprises for the man. As the couple walked into the first store, they were greeted with a bow and Mi-So was called by name. He almost corrected the employee on saying Miss, since now, technically, she was married. Kyung-Wan decided against that and just smiled and nodded along with what his wife was talking about. It was when Mi-So said something about formal wear that he felt confusion take over him once again. He could only assume, based on how she had spoken about it, that the formal outfit was for dinner with her family. Oh, he would have really screwed that up. He didn't realize that dinner with them meant suit and tie. Whenever he had dinner with his dad and sister, it was relaxed and fun. It was more about the company than the food or appearances. If it was about the food, and his Appa was cooking, he wouldn't ever go to family dinner. He loved his Appa, he was a wonderful man, but he was a terrible cook. Kyung-Wan often insisted that he cooked dinner, because his Appa needed a break and he shouldn't do all that work. He'd rather not tell the old man that he couldn't stomach anything made by him.

Kyung-Wan followed after Mi-So as she sat down on the couch nearby. He watched as she accepted offered champagne. He had never seen alcohol served while going to a store, like ever. Wait. Didn't she have to drive later? Well, if he didn't want her to drive before, Mi-So really wasn't going to drive now. As the drink was offered to him, Kyung-Wan pulled his hand up and shook his head with a smile. "Thank you, but no thanks," He responded with a bow of his head. With that he moved to sit down next to his wife. He looked around the store with interest. Eyes wide and full of wonder. He didn't know how to describe this experience. It was both eye opening and interesting while being uncomfortable and shocking.

It was when he heard shuffling nearby that he realized he should be playing the part of husband. Right. They were in public. He couldn't just sit there and ignore the woman beside him. The man leaned back and rested his arm on the back of the couch behind Mi-So. Kyung-Wan sat close to her, almost touching, with one leg pulled over the other. He turned to her with a smile. "When you said shopping, this was not what I envisioned," He told while slowly shaking his head. If she didn't have to do any of the work, he could see why Mi-So liked shopping. That, and when you had all the money to spend in the world, why wouldn't it be fun? That thought left a bit of a sour taste in his mouth. Maybe this was an opportunity to get to know her more. It was her hobby after all. She might like it if he took interest in what she liked. "So, what's your favorite part about shopping? Maybe you can teach me to appreciate it more," Kyung-Wan asked with genuine curiosity. Mi-So was very much so a mystery to him, one he'd like to figure out. The nice thing was, he had plenty of time to do it. The fact they were in a public setting meant she had to be on her best behavior as well. That made little outings like this that much nicer.

The "Husband"

Location: Mall
Mood: This is shopping......since when?
Interactions: Wifey aka Han Mi-So
Tags: neon reverie
Outfit:

coded by HanTheSunbeam

 

[neon reverie]

Han Mi-so

It is shown that people are often drawn to particular sounds when seeking comfort and relaxation. May it be the sound of strings woven together into a classic melody or some soft beats that could easily fleet into the back of the mind but still hold a calming presence. Mi-so was a bit different. She didn’t turn to a musical tune whenever the mind was in need of some tranquillity - instead, she gravitated towards a combination of noises other might find ostentatious. What could she say? Something about the background noises within a fashion store tickled her just right. In her view, nothing beat a day of leisure shopping. It was certainly a welcoming activity after being forced to have lunch with her fake husband yesterday.

Mi-so had done well forgetting about him for a fleeting moment. Returning back to the comforts of being treated as a VIP client on the hunt for some new purchases, it had been rather easy to dispel his existence from the mind. Unfortunately, that illusion was quickly shattered by the very man himself. Mi-so’s relaxed visage wrinkled into faint displeasure at the intruding reminder of his presence. Ugh. Was it too much to ask for one moment of peace? She ignored his comment, high set on keeping this morning as enjoyable as possible for herself. God knows she needed it before being forcibly objected to a second day of suffering.

Taking another sip, the heiress pretended to be taken away by the sight of another clothing piece. “That one,” she said while pointing at it. One of the staff members immediately bowed and went to retrieve the silk purple dress from the hanger. What? Just because they were there initially for him didn't mean she could not get a little something for herself. It was at that moment, however, when an annoying voice popped up again, this time posing a question. Reluctantly, Mi-so narrowed her gaze to the person beside her on the couch and let out a sigh. Great, now she had to actually acknowledge his presence. His words lingered around in her head as she began to ponder about the answer. What did she like the most about shopping? Well…. everything? Getting to own new pieces, the ambience in the store, the special service. Mi-so could name a lot of things, but doubted that he would understand. He couldn’t – not with his status at least.

Nevertheless, she decided to entertain just once that he could. Just to get the conversation over with. “ The peace,” she replied in a surprisingly soft tone, though not without a pointed glare into his direction to let it be known he disrupted it. “People don’t bother you as much as back at home or other stupid social conventions. And I enjoy it because it’s something I’ve always done with-“ the words left her lips before she could properly register where it was heading and who she was talking to again. The realization hit just in time for her to let the ending of that sentence cease into unspoken words and Mi-so quickly busied herself with taking another gulp of her drink, all while inwardly cursing at herself for even allowing the first word past her lips. It was a peek into her past he didn’t need to have.

Her eyes fleeted around the place in search of diversion. Just something she could clasp their attention to. Luckily, perhaps in small mercy to her, the clerks had just finished retrieving various pieces of menswear from their designated spots in the store and were now approaching the couple again. “Ah perfect.” Mi-so swiftly stood up and began to inspect the different suits. Some of them, she immediately dismissed upon first glance, the sign being nothing but a dismissive wave. Others, she took to a closer examination, her eyes slightly squinting as she scrutinized the details in the design. “Okay, let’s try these.” She said after discarding at least five additional suits. “Starting with….” her finger moved alongside the rack, before hovering over a dark red, velvet suit. She took it from the rack, turned back to Kyung-wan and held it up in front of him, head tilting slightly to judge the look. Her lips curved into a smirk and she pushed the suit into his chest. “ this one.” she gazed into his eyes for a moment, before turning around again and starting to walk to the fitting rooms. "Come on yeobo, we don't have all day."

location

Clothing Boutique #1

mood

let's try out some outfits.

outfit

tags

A ameuSHhen1Tn2ba

coded by natasha.

 

[ameuSHhen1Tn2ba]

Im Kyung-Wan

“Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.
It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.”

It wasn't hard to tell, the fact Mi-So barley even glanced in his direction was a clue that she just wanted to ignore him. Kyung-Wan of course didn't want to be spending all his time with her either, but he wasn't going to ignore her either. It was upsetting to him. All he wanted to do was make the situation more bearable. Being the social butterfly that he was, Kyung-Wan saw no better way than to make idle conversation. Apparently the heiress did not agree. Though, oblivious to this fact, he had continued to push and ask a question. He was expecting her to shut him down within the first five seconds, especially with the icy glare that she gave him.

But he was pleasantly surprised when he heard her genuine answer. She thought that shopping was peaceful. That was a nice sentiment. Her following explanation made even more sense. He gave her a warm smile, despite her expression. Kyung-Wan felt the want to ask her who she was referring to when her sentence trailed off. He thought that was probably very unwise of him. He could assume, based on Mi-So's tone and context clues that she was speaking about her mother. Thinking that she opened up, even just the tiniest bit unknowingly, made him almost giddy. Celebrate the small victories and everything will be easier.

Kyung-Wan gave her a nod, his voice gentle and as heartfelt as he could make it, "You make shopping sound way more appealing than it is." He had somewhat wrongly assumed that materialism fueled her love of shopping. While he didn't doubt that is was a factor (he had see her materialistic mindset regarding her cars and her judgments of him), it wasn't the driving force behind her hobby. Somehow that made her more...human? Less of an ice witch? It was something he related to, enjoying things that you once did with a loved one who was gone. Even more so since his own mother was the person he lost. It was the main reason why he enjoyed cooking so much. It made him feel closer to her.

The moment of celebration was ended soon after with the wrack of clothing being brought out for them. Mi-So got up and began perusing the selection. Kyung-Wan just decided to stand to the side and watch her. Her face focused and concentrated as she looked over the items before her. He never had an eye for fashion, or anything creative or design oriented. The man had always believed it to be beyond him to do that sort of thing. He also didn't want to be in Mi-So's way. He would gladly let her work her magic if it made her happy. Well, she probably wouldn't be happy, he wasn't sure if she was capable of that emotion unless she was stomping out her enemies.

Soon a jacket was being held up to his form with his wife's focused gaze trained on it, trying to decide whether she liked it or not. The suit that she held up was very different from absolutely everything that he owned. Mi-So then pushed the outfit into his chest, leaving it in his care while she announced that this was what she wanted him to try. Kyung-Wan gave her an uncertain look when they locked eyes. As he followed her to the dressing room, he kept looking down at the fabric until he made it into one of the stalls.

Never in his life had he worn a red suit. Never in his life had he put on any article of clothing that was velvet. Kyung-Wan wasn't so sure how well it would look on him. He also didn't know the first thing about fashion so he just went along with it. He adjusted the suit jacket, straightening the sleeves to make sure it fit right. It did for the most part. Kyung-Wan couldn't help but pet the sleeves a few extra times because it was so soft. That would probably take some self control not to do at the dinner table.

Stepping out of the dressing room, he turned towards the mirror. Hmm. It was...interesting. He didn't dislike it. It looked nice. Was it the fact the red complimented his skin tone? Or just because he felt fancy? Maybe he did like it. Kyung-Wan wasn't certain. It really didn't matter if he didn't like it, if Mi-So did they'd probably be getting it. He looked up at the woman through the mirror. His eyes suddenly widened in excitement at his sudden realization. He probably shouldn't want her to annoy her with overly affectionate husband mode this early in the day, but he really could not contain himself.

Turning to face his adoring wife, Kyung-Wan smiled brightly. "Yeobo~~ look at us! We match," He said happily, bringing his arm up to her's to compare sleeves. He scrunched his nose and shook his head ever so slightly. "Aren't we just the cutest, darling? We should match from now on don't you think?" He gushed. He was aware of the fact that she might that this little display none to kindly, but he didn't really care. There wasn't much she could do about it at the moment because of the fact they were in public. Kyung-Wan felt a little entitled to play up the role of darling husband. It was just a little pay back for her being a maniac behind the wheel.

The "Husband"

Location: Mall
Mood: Awww, look at that, so cute!
Interactions: Wifey aka Han Mi-So
Tags: neon reverie
Outfit:

coded by HanTheSunbeam

 

[neon reverie]

Han Mi-so

There was a moment where Mi-so felt almost thankful towards Kyung-wan. Her slip of the tongue could’ve easily prompted him to request an elaboration but he didn’t. However, that moment did not last long, because – why would it? Even though the death of her mother was common knowledge ( thanks to their status and awful press), she did not owe him any information on the matter. He’d probably already watched the broadcast of the funeral, seen how nearly a dozen people came and wailed in front of her mother’s photo about how she enriched their lives and how devastated they were that she was gone. Or maybe he didn’t – it didn’t matter. All Mi-so learned, as the messages of condolences and sympathy petered out like droplets from a water faucet, was how no one cared about her mother. They did not care about how she was ripped from Mi-so’s life in such a final, irrevocable way. They did not care how much it destroyed her. They only saw Mi-so tearing the flowers by her mother’s grave in a fit of grieving rage and decided it was a tantrum of a rich, spoiled girl who could not handle sympathies. They only saw her disappearing off to France and returning, only to have her heartbroken again.

So yes, there might be some bitterness still stored up, somewhere in her marrow. But Mi-so feels justified about it and she’d be damned to let someone like him try and carve it out. She didn’t need him nor his fake pity. It was already disgusting enough how he commented on her answer like he was heartfelt about it. She made shopping sound way more appealing than it was? Please. He had probably only said that to trick her into buying more clothes for him. That’s what he was here for anyways, right? To siphon money from her family. Well, count your days mister peasant, because you will be gone long before you can add any more designer clothes to your name.

“He probably doesn’t even look go-“ she grumbled to herself, before the words got cut off by the sight of a man walking out of the changing room. He was tall, wearing a velvet suit, and more good looking than she’d ever dare to admit. Her lips parted slightly in shock as she watched him turn towards the mirror, her brain unable to register the identity of the man and connect it to her purposed husband for a moment. Was that… truly him? Huh. Maybe he actually had something going for him… Thanks to her skills of course. As she met his eyes, she quickly schooled her expression to a stoic one. Mi-so cleared her throat and was about to praise her choice of clothing, but then she had the misfortune of seeing his face lit up. Oh no...

The heiress barely had the time to send a warning glare into his direction before she was hit by one horror of a sentence. He might as well’ve run her over with the car and it would’ve hurt less than having the thought of them wearing couple themed outfits together. It was absolutely horrid – a true nightmare. Mi-so gritted her teeth, struggling to fight the urge to strangle him in that suit right then and there – decorum be damned – and took a deep breath. Keep cool Mi-so, there are other people present.. The reminder provided little alleviation, frustration only building up that she had to play this awful role, but it did manage to hold her back. Forcing an equally bright smile on her face, she grabbed him by the face and mushed his cheeks together with a little more force than deemed normal for a couple. “Aigoo~ aren’t you just the sweetest!” she cooed while bringing his face closer to hers. “Well, if you insist – then fitting only a couple outfits aren’t enough. You will need to match my entire wardrobe.” Her lips curved into a slight smirk. Let’s see if he liked fitting a hundred outfits this morning. Without her buying him anything more in the end. Releasing the grip on his face, she turned around and called for the staff. As they gathered, she clasped her hands together. “ Please bring me everything of the male section. My husband wants to get the real shopping experience.” They bowed and quickly scattered around the store to retrieve the clothing articles. Mi-so turned her head back to Kyung-wan and procured another smile. “Well, let’s get fitting again yeobo. We only have three hours and at least a hundred outfits to fit.”

location

Clothing Boutique #1

mood

two can play this game.

outfit

tags

A ameuSHhen1Tn2ba

coded by natasha.

 

[ameuSHhen1Tn2ba]

Im Kyung-Wan

“Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.
It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.”

He had seen it. The warning glance in her eye as Kyung-wan spun around to go an annoy Mi-So. He saw the subsequent annoyance and anger flare up in her gaze when they made eye contact. That, though a bit evil of him, brought a bit of joy to his soul. He was only able to revel in the satisfaction for a short moment. That was when a vice like grip was placed on his cheeks. His eyebrows moved together to show his discomfort with the force at which she mashed his cheeks into his face. His lips pouted slightly due to the """"affectionate"""" act. He may have only known Mi-So for one day. But he knew, with his whole soul, that she was going to make him regret this.

All he did was blink at her in complete innocence as she started talking. Saying that he needed to match her entire wardrobe. Kyung-Wan may not have seen her closet, but he could assume what it looked like. Clothes, clothes, and more clothes. With as much of a shopping addiction as she clearly had, he was 100% certain she had enough clothing to fill her own clothing store. To match every single item in Mi-So's closet would take the rest of eternity. As she let go of her strong grip on his face, Kyung-Wan fought the urge to rub his cheeks. That assumption of his was quickly confirmed. Mi-So called for every article of clothing that they had in the men's section. He tried to replace the confusion on his face with a smile, but it only mostly worked. The end product was a rather funny mix.

He really hoped she was bluffing about buying that many outfits. That had to be expensive. Speaking of which, Kyung-Wan checked the price tag of the suit he was currently in as Mi-So's head was turned the opposite direction. He just about choked on his spit when he saw the amount of money a single suit jacket cost. He swallowed, feeling a bit ill at the thought of owning clothes that expensive. Kyung-Wan had never been a fan of hand outs. He was firm on his idea that he should care for himself, with his own money. He liked to work for a living rather than just mooch off of someone else. This felt like he was stealing.

That was when he heard her voice in his direction. He looked up at her, eyes slightly wide as he pulled a smile out of nowhere. Wait....hold on. Only three hours. ONLY. How did one spend three hours trying on clothes? Kyung-Wan doubted it was possible. He watched as the employees made their way around the store to carryout Mi-So's request. He took a moment to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to seem ungrateful, because he was. It may have made him uncomfortable, but she was still giving him something that he didn't earn (I mean he did from spending any small amounts of time with the woman but that was besides the point). "Mi-So-ah," He said gently in a kind tone, "I appreciate it, but isn't that a bit much? That's a lot to spend." He was fairly certain that she was just saying these things to get under his skin, but in general, he didn't need designer clothes. It was nice to have expensive things and to look nice, but to get them in this way? Kyung-Wan wasn't a fan.

He was stunned that trying on clothes, did indeed, take 3 whole hours. It was outfit after outfit. Some for summer, which was coming up fast, others that were extremely formal. One shirt he tried on made him incredibly itchy. Another suit he thought he was going to suffocate since the pants were too tight. At the end of it, they got their three outfits they came for. He was glad it was only those three. Looking at the total almost made Kyung-Wan's eyeballs drop out of his sockets. How in the world could people spend that on clothing?! Sticker shock was going to be a regular occurrence for him wasn't it? He made sure to thank her for the clothing, even if she probably questioned his sincerity.

Once they, well his wife, had paid for everything, Kyung-Wan got changed into the outfit she had picked out for him to wear to go to the apartment showings. It wasn't something over to the top. It was rather classy and he honestly rather liked it. Even if he wasn't a shoe guy, the boot were probably his favorite. Since it was the end of the spring, however, he was worried that wearing a sweater with a coat would make him hot. He just didn't have the energy to argue about it with Mi-So when she had picked it. Trying on clothes was both incredibly boring and also exhausting. Yeah, he still hated shopping.

He walked out to meet Mi-So at the front of the building, which was nearby where he had gone into a room to change. Kyung-Wan gave her a bright smile. Amid all the changing and picking outfits, he hadn't been able to tell her politely yet that he was going to drive them the rest of the day. And probably for the rest of the year that they were married. This was the perfect opportunity since they were still within sight of the workers. He may be kind, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that if they were alone, he'd get yelled at, insulted, and disregarded. He interlaced his fingers with her's, turning on the husband charm. "Yeobo, I'll drive. It's the least I can do since you spoil me," He added a bit of firmness to his gaze, trying to tell her that he wasn't backing down from this request. Though he knew that this probably wouldn't be as easy as he hoped. Nothing with this woman was easy.

The "Husband"

Location: Mall
Mood: I can drive. Let me drive.
Interactions: Wifey aka Han Mi-So
Tags: neon reverie
Outfit:

coded by HanTheSunbeam

 

[neon reverie]

Han Mi-so

Seldom had Mi-so encountered anything that tasted sweeter than revenge; the act holding an aftertaste she could savour for a long while. Kyung-wan could decide to be as pesky of a husband as he wanted to be – that was fair – but the heiress was certainly not one to shy away from playing the role of an equally ( if not more) suffocating wife. This was not a game he would be winning, not while she lacked more morals than him and evoking hatred was a talent she proudly displayed. Mi-so’s victories were rarely accomplished through fair fights, her attacks always being aimed at a level lower than what you already consider hitting below the belt. This, this was just the beginning. An appetizer before the grand course would be served. If Kyung-wan thought having to try outfits for three hours straight was dreadful, then she might just get to break him before this month was over…

Mi-so could only hold back her laughter as he tried to dissuade her from pursuing this elaborate fitting session, though a bitterness slipped through the initial amusement as a small voice emerged from the depths of her paranoid dimension. Was this an attempt to utilise some reverse psychology on her? Did her husband think he could tempt her into buying him clothes by playing up that faux humble act of his? Mi-so gazed back at him, examining his expression with utmost scrutiny, and searched for any micro emotion to betray his true intentions. She, unfortunately, could not spot anything worth of indictment – but that did not mean he was free from judgement. Nor was he free from this fitting session. “Who said anything about buying? We’re just fitting for now yeobo.” She responded with a smirk. “Now go fit please.”

It was after three whole hours when the two finally finished shopping, Mi-so being in a far better mood than earlier this morning. Who knew that you could combine two of her favourite things so easily? Shopping and watching her husband’s face contort into one of discomfort. Perhaps this was an activity they had to do more often; it surely sparked her joy. Yeah, everything was well… right until Mi-so watched a bright smile appear on Kyung-wan’s face. Her good mood immediately vanished, suspicion rooting itself in its place. That smile never bode good news, and the heiress could only mask the grimace on her face as he interlaced their fingers, dread seeping into her stomach.

God, what was this heathen planning-

Her eyebrows rose in bewilderment. “You want to drive?” she repeated, all while biting back the mocking tone that threatened to spill over the words. Mi-so almost had to laugh. Did he lose his last remaining braincells back in the fitting room or something? There was no way he was getting control over her precious vehicle. It would be a crime – a form of child abuse! “Oh, it’s okay yeobo. You can spoil me later on.” She reassured with a fake smile, though her gaze left no room for further arguments. Not wanting to waste any more time on such an outlandish concept, the heiress turned around and began to make her way towards the parking lot.

“Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for our appointment with the estate agent. It’s still a twenty minute drive.”

Yeah, Mi-so would rather die than let her husband handle one of her precious babies.

location

the mall

mood

keep dreaming boy

outfit

tags

A ameuSHhen1Tn2ba

coded by natasha.

 

[ameuSHhen1Tn2ba]

Im Kyung-Wan

“Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.
It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.”

How did he know that Mi-So was not going to agree? Was it intuition? A hunch? A gut feeling? Or was it the fact that Han Mi-So hadn't proved herself to be a very good listener. She wasn't exactly one to compromise. If Kyung-Wan had picked up on that within the 24 hours that he's known her, then this was going to be a long 12 months. His firm gaze was met with an even harsher one. One that said "I dare you to challenge me". If this had really been any other situation he probably would have just let it slide. He wasn't a fan of altercations, but him wanting to drive was more than just a selfish wish to drive a fancy car. Not that the heiress would understand.

As she spun on her heels to exit the building, Kyung-Wan took in a breath and let it out slowly. He was mentally preparing himself for the next five minutes. He knew what he ahd to do. His mind started wondering how he'd be able to convince her with minimal arguments as a result. His only advantage? Physical affection. Was it playing a bit dirty? Probably. What other choice did he have? It wasn't like he could threaten to take away her allowance. Mi-So had made if very clear who held the purse strings of in this relationship.

Jogging up behind her as she just made it to the parking lot, well here goes nothing. "Mi-So, I'm serious. I'm driving. I'm telling you, not asking you," He warned as he fell into stride with her. He had attempted to play the part before, but without many people around them at the moment, Kyung-Wan didn't feel the need to put on a show. Song and dance weren't really his thing. He could tell she still wasn't convinced. "If you don't hand me your keys," He said, his hand moving out in her direction, "I promise you that our realtor will be sick of pda by the time we leave." His face set, his tone rather stern, Kyung-Wan was not taking no as an answers.

Begrudgingly Mi-So handed over the keys to her car. He gave her a small smile and a nod. There was relief that she didn't press on despite his warning. He wasn't sure what else he could do in order to convince her. He also didn't need to make good on that promise. One of these days she wasn't going to buy it or think that he's bluffing. Then he'd really be in hot water. Not that Kyung-Wan would back down in that situation. This was his only bargaining chip, he couldn't lose it in the first week.

The married couple climbed into the car ready to head onto their appointment The air in the car was less than peaceful. Mi-So was probably quietly raging in the passenger seat at the moment. Oh well. He didn't really care that much. Their relationship was already strained, nothing he did (good or bad) felt like it made that much of a difference. It was the second day. He wasn't expecting her to do a 180 and treat him with respect and care. That would have been concerning. The drive to the first apartment building to meet with the relator was silent. He didn't feel like making conversation as he drove, and Mi-So was not the type to start one. The ride was uneventful, within the speed limit, avoided mild whiplash, and didn't give him a head ache from stress. Everything seemed right with the world as they pulled up and parked neatly within the lines at a normal speed.

Kyung-Wan shut off the car and stuck the keys in his pocket. There was no way that he would get them back if he handed them back over to Mi-So before the day was over. Stepping out of the car, he considered going to the other side and letting the princess out on the other side. He did a quick glance around to see if anyone was around. Nope. That meant he was off the hook. When he stepped out it was like he could smell the wealth in the parking garage. It smelled just as uppity and stuffy as you'd expect.

"Ready?" He asked over his shoulder to his wife, prepping himself for the next few hours. If house shopping was anything like shopping for clothes, Kyung-Wan was afraid he'd fall asleep at dinner because of how absolutely exhausting this was. Or maybe it wasn't the activity but the company he was graced with. Ugh was waking up with a hang over going to be a new normal for him? Was Mi-So going to turn him into an alcoholic? There was a strong possibility of that.

The "Husband"

Location: apartment building
Mood: let's just look at apartments shall we?
Interactions: Wifey aka Han Mi-So
Tags: neon reverie
Outfit:

coded by HanTheSunbeam

 

[neon reverie]

Han Mi-so

They say every relationship - real or not - should be established on a foundation of trust. However, their foundation had already been crumbling eons before the contract had been signed, damned by the very nature that tethered the heiress to her own throne of thorns. Mi-so held onto this throne, no matter how much hatred it whispered into her ears. Held onto it because letting go meant losing herself in a dimension that veered too closely to an emotional vortex she might not be able to handle. This iron fist with which she clutched onto her crown of enmity and her rather entitled upbringing caused her to have little patience and even less care about the arguments of her husband. In her eyes, the battle had been concluded. And if Kyung-wan possessed over more than a singular brain cell, he’d keep any of those outlandish ideas for himself - lest she might leave him stranded somewhere on some country road next time he dared open his mouth.

Alas, it seemed that her infuriating excuse of a husband found himself audacious enough not to heed the memo. His warning, however, fell on deaf ears as Mi-so decided to treat his words as nothing but incoherent noise for the sake of her own sanity. If there was anything Kyung-wan ought to know about his wife, it would be that she was to be the winner of every argument. Mi-so would have the last word, especially with him - even if it would cost her last breath. Her eyes narrowed as she shot him a sharp gaze, before having her expression morph into horror and shock of equal measure. Did he just… threatened her with the performance of PDA?

“Y-you… you wouldn’t-“ she uttered back, though his expression sufficed as an answer enough.

Her cheeks, her neck – hell, her entire body began to burn with a vexed fury that furrowed her brow into a scowl. It was not even the fact that Kyung-wan dared to try and blackmail her into doing his bidding that riled her up so much; it was the subsequent realization that it worked, and they both knew it. Mi-so’s pride might be grand enough to fuel the desire in fighting back but the disgust that roiled through her body upon solely thinking about him performing those heinous acts of affection was even bigger. Against her will, she had no choice but to begrudgingly hand her husband the keys – though not without a threat of her own.

“if I catch any scratch on my precious car, I will kill you.”

Unfortunately, Kyung-wan did not seem to be affected by it and thus, the heiress was subjected to one suffering yet boring car ride.

The arrival at the apartment could not have come quicker, Mi-so practically launching herself out of the car the moment it stopped at its destination. Immediately, she started to circle the car, her eyes scanning across her beloved vehicle in search for any scrapes, minuscule or not. Much to her relief, the car looked unharmed despite being controlled by an unworthy leech moments ago. Nevertheless, Mi-so remained far from pleased that Kyung-wan had driven instead of her, and she released a mere huff in response to his question.

Of course she was ready, this was all planned by herself after all.

Now, spending her precious money on a new apartment for their wretched fake marriage was not something Mi-so looked forward doing, but the option of her husband infiltrating her already owned homes was out of the question. At the very least, she could just demolish the apartment to the ground as soon as their contract ended, preferably with some of his belongings still inside. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as the image of a burning apartment building flashed through the mind, and with this small comforting thought, she walked up to the door.

There, her fingers had barely touched the doorbell before the door swung open, revealing an all too peppy looking realtor.

“Ah hello!! Welcome to the apartment! Please come in, ” the bright smile on the realtor’s face along with the superfluous cheer to his tone, grated Mi-so’s nerves. Overly merry realtors were something she could not stand, knowing very well there was no genuineness to their demeanour. The realtor stepped aside to let the couple in, though not without subjecting them to even more bubbly babbling.

“ Congratulations on your wedding by the way! I have to say that you two look absolutely lovely together. I can just sense the love that will fill up the apartment should you two buy it.” the wink that followed was enough to convince Mi-so not to hire this realtor ever again. The implications doing nothing but instil an inherent dislike and the urge to throw up somewhere.

“I thought we were here to be shown the apartment, not to be talking about our marriage.” Mi-so replied, clearly unamused by the fake pleasantries.

The realtor was briefly bereft of response, his expression turning nervous, before letting out a laugh a bit too strained to sound natural.

“R-right of course.. Please follow me and I’ll gladly show you every room,” he gestured ahead of him and flashed the couple another smile, “ I thought to keep the master bedroom as last. That way, you two have plenty of time to test the bed or so to speak.”

Oh, this realtor was definitely losing his job.

location

the appartment

mood

.....dear god...

outfit

tags

A ameuSHhen1Tn2ba

coded by natasha.

 

[ameuSHhen1Tn2ba]

Im Kyung-Wan

“Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.
It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.”

He hadn't expected much of a response, but just hearing a huff out of his wife made Kyung-Wan internally groan. Were they going to spend a whole year asking each other questions and answering with a breath or a head nod? Did Mi-So even have the intention of trying to effectively communicate with him? That was probably a stupid question. It should be plenty clear to him that making a friend in her fake husband wasn't on her agenda. Ever the hopeful optimist, Kyung-Wan was forgetting that he should just be happy about not getting ran over by the pricy car he just drove.

The doorbell run out just long enough to be heard before the door opened. A plastered on smile and a bright, in your face greeting from the relator was enough to make him blink back in bewilderment. He really was spending too much time with the grumpy heiress if he thought that the overdone personality of the man inside the apartment was too much. The pep was especially astonishing after interacting with a brick wall for the majority of the day.

“Congratulations on your wedding by the way! I have to say that you two look absolutely lovely together. I can just sense the love that will fill up the apartment should you two buy it.” Kyung-Wan about swallowed his tongue as those words came from the all too cheery relator. He let out a short laugh, finding the whole situation rather amusing in it's irony. Mi-So quickly dismissed the comment, attempting to get him to not make further comments about their newlywed status. If only he knew what their actual relationship looked like. This house would probably be filled with bitterness and anger rather than love and....yeah let's not even go there.

It seemed that as soon as his wife tried to squash any further commentary from the relator that those words went into one ear and out the other. Was this how people usually talked to a couple? It had been a long time since he had a girlfriend, trying to go that far back in his memory was going to give him a head ache. Looking over at Mi-So for a brief moment, there were two sides warring within him. One that told him to help get the man to shut up and one that told him to egg him on. Which was more suspicious? If this relator were to talk to others, would he say that they were a lovely couple? Which would further the narrative that he had agreed to within the contract?

Kyung-Wan offered a small chuckle in response. "It better be sturdy," He joked, shooting Mi-So a wink with a well-knowing smirk, "Isn't that right yeobo?" The relator let out a loud laugh and gave a rather amused look over at him. He was definitely going to pay for that comment wasn't he? Just like the matching thing at the boutique. He'd probably never learn to keep his big mouth shut no matter how many times Mi-So retaliated. It was his way at playing her little game of chess.

The couple were brought through the house promptly. The living room having a view over the city that was rather beautiful. It was a view he was rather unfamiliar with. His own at home being the air conditioner unit and the boring roof top of the building next door. This was complete with a nice look at the ocean and the sky line that he was sure was stunning, especially at night. The kitchen was bigger than any kitchen he had been in before. The apartment even had a formal dinning room and second living space. Kyung-Wan didn't understand how rich people used these rooms. It was just the two of them moving in here, how in the world were they going to use all this space? Some might make the excuse of room for children, but the couple knew that was not in the cards for the two of them. That thought almost made him laugh.

Fairly soon they were in the master bathroom with the relator showing them all the amenities of the third full bathroom within the apartment. "You have a wonderful double vanity, gorgeous marble counters and full wall mirror right? And look at this shower. Overhead rain shower head, amazing controls over here, and look how big it is. Plenty big for two," He commented while wiggling his eyebrows. This time Kyung-Wan kept his mouth shut, choosing to nod while clearing his throat. His wife was probably about ready to claw his eyes out.

The trio made it back out to the master bedroom without Mi-So strangling the unfortunate relator. "I will give you two some time to "discuss" about the property," He made exaggerated air quotes with his fingers, "I'll be back in about ten, fifteen minutes." Kyung-Wan about made a comment about that not being very long, but he bit his tongue. He gave a simple smile before the man shut the bedroom door behind him.

He stood there for a moment, pressing his lips together, trying to figure out what to say to his wife about....that. Kyung-Wan would not have called that whole experience pleasant. "The apartment is nice...." He stated, trailing off with words unsaid. He wondered how long before she hit him over the head with her purse again. This kind of felt like one of those times to him.

The "Husband"

Location: apartment building
Mood: haha, this relator is really...funny....
Interactions: Wifey aka Han Mi-So
Tags: neon reverie
Outfit:

coded by HanTheSunbeam

 

[neon reverie]

Han Mi-so

Any of the fleeting joy Mi-so had felt upon Kyung-wan’s suffering during the shopping part of the day had been rapidly crushed by the sheer subsequent displeasure of listening to the realtor’s groveling commentary. While patience might be someone’s virtue, it was definitely Mi-so’s vice. If her mother’s early death had taught her something, it was the value of time. A harsh lesson, no doubt, but defining all the same. Now, the heiress was well aware time could be as fickle as it was constant, knew it was too precious to let it slide through her fingers like useless pennies. Some might take another take and follow a more carpe diem principle in ways to dedicate themselves to their loved ones, but almost every loved one had left her so Mi-so didn’t bother with that vision. Instead, her current ideology focused more on not wanting to waste time on redundant matters such as listening to someone’s awful attempt in flattery.

Honestly, if the realtor wished to sell the property, he was doing a terrible job. The heiress felt more inclined in shoving the master bed up his ingratiating ass than to buy the property. His kind was truly the dirt under her shoes – - how anyone could find his insinuations anything other than unpalatable was beyond her. Though, at the very least, she could presume that Kyung-wan was suffering just as much as she was currently. He could say what he will about her hating his guts for no apparent reason, the woman was certain he disliked her just the same. Truth was, they were both bound here by contract. It was, therefore, only fair that Kyung-wan had to suffer equally if not more than her in this ordeal.

If only the day reflected that wish, though…

Murdering a realtor and her husband was certainly not on the itinerary today but Mi-so might very well be testing the laws regarding homicide should she have to endure this entire circus for more than ten minutes. Kyung-wan’s comment evoked nothing more than the burning of her cheeks and the inner desire to cut off that tongue before it could speak any more damning words. Her laughter melted with the realtor’s, though there was something too sharp, too slicing about it to reflect the same humour.

“Yeobo, you can’t just say that,” she responded, slapping him on the shoulder. The smile Mi-so resonated could be viewed as one bordering embarrassment, but there was a hidden gathering of clouds in her eyes for a storm yet to be witnessed. A foreboding sign of a torrent to come as well as a silent warning. Kyung-wan was definitely to pay for his comment --- his next actions were only to decide the degree of retribution.

Mi-so kept a steel gaze on her husband as the two toured the apartment, only half-listening to whatever the realtor gabbled on about. To be honest, the heiress had already formed her decision on the place before this appointment. Whatever details the realtor included in his current sales pitch, she already knew. Being present here was just for formalities -- which made his flattery all the more sufferable. Yes, they were going to buy it. Only difference in the decision was the realtor having to lose his job in the process. Though, Mi-so viewed it more as an act of service to the agency and any future clients than an act of cruelty. They could all thank her later.

With the knowledge of the realtor’s imminent unemployment in mind, Mi-so was able to lend the man a sweet smile despite wanting to throw him and his air quotes out of a window. She watched him leave the room and close the door behind before dropping the smile and letting out a scoff. What a foolish man. There was no way she was going to spend any more time in this apartment, let alone with Kyung-wan in the master bedroom. That kind of torture was to be saved for the dark day the two actually had to there together. Today was, thank all useless deities, not that day.

"The apartment is nice....”

Mi-so rolled her eyes at her husband’s awful attempt at breaching that subject. Instead of following him into a discussion about the apartment or the realtor, she held up her hand.

“Give me the car keys, I don’t see any need in staying longer here.” was her response, tone final.

As expected, he refused –- but the heiress was not going to let him off this time. Stepping into his personal space, she reached to grab the keys herself out of the jacket’s pockets, or wherever the man had hidden them. Her fingers, however, had barely brushed against the insides of his pockets before his frame disappeared to the other side of the room. Frustration flared in her eyes as she shot him a seething glare and balled her fists.

“Give. me. the. keys.” She demanded in a hiss before moving towards him. Kyung-wan didn’t relent, instead moving away from her again as soon as she stood in proximity.

Alright, she had it.

If her husband currently wished to act like a child, two could play that game.

Attacking it was.

Abandoning her usual more calculated strikes, Mi-so proceeded to launch herself forward in attempt to take her husband by surprise with force and speed. Her erratic action proved to be surprising indeed – - though she had not counted on a sudden obstacle ruining the momentum. In a matter of seconds, her foot had twisted painfully as the carpet had provided a sudden hindrance, making her lose balance and collide into her husband with equal force but way less poise. Gravity proceeded to demonstrate its effects, and Mi-so let out a string of curses as the two both fell down.

She'd braced herself for the harsh contact with the ground, but aside from the throbbing of her ankle, the pain of the impact remained surprisingly minimal. It took a few seconds for her mind, however, to register that it was not the ground she had fallen on, but rather a way softer surface.

An awfully warm and clothed surface…

Her eyes looked down at the body beneath her before shooting up and widening in horror. Mi-so froze in shock as she stared into a face way too close for her liking, her heart ready to burst and die.

No - it couldn't be....

She had not just fallen on top of her wretched husband.

location

the appartment

mood

.....nope this ain't happening-

outfit

tags

A ameuSHhen1Tn2ba

coded by natasha.

 

[ameuSHhen1Tn2ba]

Im Kyung-Wan

“Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.
It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.”

Kyung-Wan should have seen the eyeroll coming. He should have never expected anything more from his wife. Call him an optimist, but part of him was thinking that maybe she would avoid the subject of embarrassment and just focus on the apartment at hand. Mi-So, in her own way, disregarded what had just happened. Her hand jutted out, demandingly while she asked for the car keys. Oh no. There was no way she was driving. Not unless he wanted to have a stroke from stress. His blood pressure would sky rocket. He wasn't planning on saying that out loud, however, since his wife would probably then want the keys even more if it would cause his untimely death. How romantic. This was not the scene the relator was expecting when he left them to "chat".

"No," He said shortly, crossing his arms over his chest. There was no negotiation that was going to happen here today. Kyung-Wan was doing the world a favor by keeping Mi-So from behind the wheel. The same stubborn firmness came across as he looked over at her. His eyebrows furrowed when she stepped closer and moved her hand to the pocket of his coat. He quickly took a large step back to avoid her grasp. "I said no, handsy," He shot back when Mi-So continued to demand the keys. He once again evaded her attempt to get into his pocket.

If someone would have told him that Mi-So would charge him in the next 5 seconds, he could have laughed in their face. His eyes widened as she lunged for him. Kyung-Wan never expected Ms. Prim and Proper Snob to act in such a childish manner. He attempted to avoid her, though the suddenness caught him extremely off guard. It did not seem like she accounted for the rug as she toppled into him, with much more force than he had bargained for. The audible "oof" that exited his mouth was plenty proof of how hard she had knocked into him. That and the fact she sent both Kyung-Wan and herself falling backwards. "Well this is gonna hurt," He thought to himself, shutting his eyes in anticipation for a painful crash landing.

The pain did not come. There was no cracking his skull on the floor boards. No stingy sensation and discomfort of knocking the wind out of ones self. Instead a soft, pillowy surface caught him and Mi-So. His wife did come crashing down on top of him, which was unpleasant despite her small size. When Kyung-Wan opened his eyes, her face just about jump scarred him because of how close she was. Kyung-Wan must have grabbed her on instinct as one of his hands wrapped firmly around her upper arm and the other was around her upper waist. Her cheeks flushed, eyes wide in horror. All he could do was blink at her in surprise. It was like neither of them knew what to do in that moment.

If only he didn't have the worst luck in the universe, maybe the next few moments would have never happened.

But he did. They didn't have the time to let the surprise about their very unfortune position pass, let alone correct it and get back to standing upright very far away from one another. No. The door to the bedroom swung open just in the nick of time, the relator poking stepping inside. Kyung-Wan looked passed his wife's shoulder up at him, the man's face slowly turning pink in embarrassment. "Oh, I am so sorry. I'm interrupting aren't I? I can leave again...." He started, words spilling out quickly.

If he somewhat thought they were sex crazy newlyweds before, there was no doubt that he did now. Could Kyung-Wan really blame him? He would also jump to conclusions seeing anyone in the position they were currently in, and the fact they were just married and very much so in love in the eyes of the public was not helping. Yeah, there was no good way out of this situation was there? "No, it's uhhh," Kyung-Wan aggressively cleared his throat in an attempt to rid himself of his embarrassment. He could handle the comments, but this was... undeniably suspicious and awkward. He pushed Mi-So up off of him, before slowly sitting up on the edge of the bed where they had landed. "We were just, um..." He stopped himself from saying the first thing that came to his mind. The phrase "we were just messing around" would not have sounded right in this instance. Now he could hardly think of something to say that wasn't unintentionally incriminating.

"We're ready to leave," He finally was able to get out, pushing himself off the bed and brushing himself off. Kyung-Wan quickly glanced over at Mi-So. Oh, he was just reminded this was her fault. His eyes narrowed at that thought. What a lovely way to end their tour. At least they have thoroughly convinced their relator that they can't get enough of each other despite that being so far from the truth it was comical. Not that he was laughing. Ok, well, maybe it was a little funny.

The "Husband"

Location: apartment building
Mood: There really could not have been worse timing than this.
Interactions: Wifey aka Han Mi-So
Tags: neon reverie
Outfit:

coded by HanTheSunbeam