We're Not Married | m.yg

SIX ; third-wheel

YOONGI'S POV

We hailed a cab and were instructed to sit in the back so they could fit one cameraman in the front seat after the long hike up— and down— to see the mountains.

We continued to stir up conversations that eventually spiraled nowhere until I realized I had no idea where we were goin.

I looked out of the window as the MBC building whizzed by and I start to become alert. "Where are we going?" I ask, mystified.

Risa sits up as well, though she doesn't know any of the places in Seoul.

The ride continues into the suburbs, which surprised me. Glancing at my watch, I estimated the ride to be half an hour, way longer than rides from one filming sight to another should be.

We were out of the city now and the driver turned into a nice neighborhood, which seemed to be newly built. Townhouses line the streets and expensive-looking cars are parked on the driveways of some houses.

The cab stops and parks at a public parking space and we filed out.

It takes a while for the camera crew to get set up outside, and Risa and I had to wait for them. I noticed that Risa was trying not to show how cold she was and I felt a little guilty. I probably should have chosen a better outfit or at least a warm jacket.

I call my manager over. "Do you have a blanket or a jacket anywhere?" I ask.

A coordi or producer comes back a few minutes later and gives Risa a blanket to wrap around herself. Risa glances at me and flashes me a thankful smile. I shrug, glancing at the crew still setting up the cameras.

Once the cameras were rolling, it wasn't long until I registered what was going on.

They had handed us two keys. It was the house that we were to be "moving" in to.

The small numbers etched into the side of the key was the address for a narrow, three story townhouse at the very end. There was no garage and instead, the area was refurnished to what looks like a camera studio, probably for the crew.

The interior or basement looked nicely decorated which made me assume that the house was once a model home before the production crew and MBC got their hands on it.

It would explain the lack of garage.

Risa stepped into the basement which was a couch facing a flat screen television. She marveled at how nicely decorated it was.

I followed her in, my gaze centered on the makeshift glass pantry that held a wide assortment of wine and beer. Without the wooden ridges shelving the beer, it looked like a shower.

"How old are you?" I ask, not thinking much. Risa laughs, stepping in next to me.

"Are you one of those husbands that only cares about soju?"

Though I was making an effort to become acquainted with Risa, I was still uncomfortable with the title of 'husband.'

"I'm older than you by four months," she follows up. "I'm the older woman," she says teasing.

I stifle a laugh and turn around. Once closing the door, two small doors along with what looked to be elevator buttons between the door frames were visible.

Curious, I open the door on the far left and a metal shaft is behind it, contrary to my assumptions of a storage or pantry of some sort.

I press the up button and it lights up, a green light blinking at the top of the metal compartment. It opens to reveal an empty inside, but the fact that there's a small elevator in the house is already cool.