YOONGI'S POV
"How was your week?" Risa asks, approaching me already camera ready.
Today would be the first time that we prepared for a shoot together instead of separately. Risa already had the wireless earbuds stuck inside her ear, though the translator wasn't under the mike yet.
Risa made an effort of learning Korean and we were already able to converse without any misunderstandings. I'm not sure why she would try so hard though.
I shrug, pulling out an earbud. Since last filming at the music shop, I concluded that Risa wasn't all that bad, but I still kept my guard up. Rise told me that she had messaged Risa and they picked up their friendship.
They were even scheduled to have a night out together at a good restaurant and shop at a night market.
I thought of mentioning their supposed date as silence stretched on between us but decided against it. Risa and Rise were already so close that it would be awkward if I suddenly told Risa of my relation with Rise.
Instead, I cleared my throat and asked her about her upcoming drama release in which she immediately responded with eyes lightened up and voice laced with excitement.
I nodded in rhythm with her pauses, trying to keep interest in the topic discussed but finding it hard to. Luckily, the makeup artist and the position I was in obscured my face from Risa's lone of vision and she couldn't see my expression.
Once I was done with makeup and getting my mike fitted, we started to film at the mall. Since it was so early in the morning, barely any passerby's were present and we were able to speed through the beginning without any problems.
After, we separated and I was led to a small boutique that, although petite in size, seemed to hold a vast variety of expensive brands.
Then, I was given my mission which was to pick an outfit for my "wife" to model in.
I was taken aback by the sudden mission and as I looked up from the card and around at my surroundings, I realized I was screwed.
So I started at the rack closest to me, which held blouses. They all looked frilly but I knew that many idols wore them with a jacket over. But what jacket?
I was definitely screwed over my head.
I decided to just go with the flow and see what I can come up with. They probably weren't expecting much anyway. Whoever 'they' were.
From the rack, I was able to narrow down my choices of blouse to one white one and another a sheer fuchsia. Then I moved on to the next rack and concluded that 'fuck this I'm just gonna choose what I want.'
So I dropped the two blouses and picked out a white t-shirt and washed out denim jeans.
That seemed too simple so I moved on to the jackets and sweaters that were hung on metal railings and folded neatly on shelves and display tables. A sweater didn't seem to be an option and so I focused mainly on the jackets. There were too many options and eventually, I just found myself sifting through the cloths and just seeing how ridiculous high-brand jackets can go.
I stopped at a cardigan that looked like it had once been a sweater before getting cut at the front at a weird angle. Apparently, now it was a jacket.
"Is this fashion?" I asked, keeping the tone of my voice relatively even though judgement was underlying my words.
Regardless, I picked it just because of how ludicrous the design was.
Next were the shoes. A classic pair of Converse would have been ideal but being being at such an opulent place, that was not an option.
There were rows of boots and heels, along with those weird sandals that I never fully understood that somehow became popular. I settled with some ankle boots with one too many buckles.
My initial thought was to leave out the accessories but then I found a gold chain necklace and matching rings and I couldn't help myself. I knew that it threw off my carefully calculated outfit but I threw in the random accessories along with some feathered earrings for the hell of it.
I announced I was done to the camera and I could see one of the stylists attempting to hold back a laugh at my last-minute approach to the outfit.
Some staff took my chosen outfit and picked out the clothes in the correct size and tucking them under a black sheet of fabric.
"What do you think your partner was doing while you were picking the outfit?" Somebody asked from behind the camera.
I shrug, taken aback. I didn't really keep Risa in mind until now. "Did she watch me pick the outfit?" When the crew didn't respond, realization dawned upon me. "She chose an outfit for me, didn't she."
They nodded. "But I'm an idol. Risa's a model." The director behind the camera shrugged, as if to say 'so what.'
"Does that mean I have to do a photo shoot too or something?"
"No. It's just for the 'date' after," the director explains. Him automatically telling me was an indication that this particular conversation would not be making it on air so I relaxed my stance.
He received an outfit covered by the same black fabric and handed it to me. "Try it on."
I weighed the hangers in my hand. I knew that I could trust Risa to pick a good and stylish outfit- she was a model for a reason. I was just worried as to if it fit my style or not.
And I was feeling some remorse in not trying so hard on the outfit.
RISA'S POV
"I thought that being so fashionable would mean staying indoors or something," I comment, swatting away a low-hanging tree branch.
"Or maybe they could have told us to choose clothes that are resistant to thorns and the cold," Yoongi chides from behind me.
Autumn had passed and it was evidently Winter now, yet my outfit screamed Fall.
The cardigan was quite comfy and I loved the boots and jeans. However, I didn't understand the jewelry but I made it work by wrapping the long chain around my neck until it became a makeshift choker.
I peered back at Yoongi who was wearing some loose fitting pants and a leather jacket I picked out. I was surprised by how much it suited him.
A squeal escapes my lips as I stumble over a rock and I stagger a little before regaining balance. We reached the top.
A fence ran along the perimeter of the large rock clearing to protect visitors from falling off of the ledge. The distance was the view and the reason as to why we were here. Mountains toppled over one another, pressed against the gray sky with a sheet of mist covering them to create the perfect view.
I might not have liked the hike up but I could still appreciate the wonderful view.
Yoongi and I took a few photos together to remember the day, though I doubt he would remember it in a few months. After, we realized we had nothing to do. The crew also realized soon enough and threw together a segment in which we write a letter to each other and it would be sent to us in a year. It's hard to think what could happen in a year and I didn't want to think about it.
It was a last minute idea but I was glad to know that Yoongi wouldn't read the letter until a year.
Once we were done and we slid our letters into envelopes, we ordered swirled potatoes on a stick- something that was apparently very popular amongst street vendors.
We made small-talk on the way down, munching on the potatoes in the process. Yoongi seemed to have decided to stop becoming so wary of me and started to joke around with me more.
Once we made it down from the mountains, the cameras cut, and we were given a break in between sets. Our schedule for today was completely devoted to WGM and since the sun was just about to peak to signify the afternoon, I could assume that there was still long hours of filming ahead.
Yoongi approached me for the first time since we had gotten to meet each other and a mixture of pleasant surprise and delight washed over me.
"How's living in Korea going for you?" He asks.
"It's been okay," I reply. "It's really hard going out and communicating so I usually just eat ramen. That's probably taken a toll on my health but I can live and I can manage."
Nothing like eating ramen for the past few weeks and the following months to come.
Yoongi seemed to hesitate on replying but when he did, he offered to tell me a few good restaurants that he knew of I might enjoy.
"It'd be easier for you to just message me in your free time," I comment, knowing I probably crossed a line.
Again, Yoongi remained silent, probably contemplating and to my surprise, he agreed and said that it would be more convenient.
And just like that, I had his number saved on my phone.
Soon after, the director called for Yoongi and he scurried away but I remained seated as the hair and makeup department continued to touch up my appearance.
I stared at my phone and more specifically at the contact the screen showed.
Min Yoongi — M.Y
I grinned and looked back up to see Aoi giving me a questionable stare. I smiled wider and gave her a cheerful wave.
She waved back while heading towards me. "You are one weird woman, you know that?" I nodded, the smile not leaving my face.
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A/N: bfsjhxhshah entrance exams are next week and i'm freaking out