@โงห s. kang "mmh perhaps? i don't know how these older people think - and what they might be discussing behind our backs. but what I do know is that I am pleased to see that you're the blind date they had in mind for little ole' me. after all, with my line of job - it's as if I'm always on a blind date at this point, but it's not always pleasant, such as the job with you in particular that night and being pleasantly surprised as of right now too."
momo smoothly remarks, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, amusement and lace of curiosity and intrigue playing on her features as her eyes sparkle a little and she's easily tipping her head to the side with that hint of a smile, ever so present on her brims. "I think you're underestimating just how amazing you are mister song. you were the star that night frankly. i think all the guests around - especially the women would have to agree. you were the embodiment of perfection, what I am assuming they would say, the bachelor they wish they had a chance with?"
the young woman quips with a hint of a knowing smile running smugly on her rosy couplets. teasing and taunting him again but yet - momo's words are indeed sincere as she meant every bit she utters. "however, thank you for thinking so highly of me, I do think you're one of the few clients who think this highly of me, In a sense of running the entire show. usually, I am just a pretty trophy on a man's arm. so ... thank you." her voice softened, a new yet intriguing side to say the least showed in the young man and she found herself being even more curious about him - wanting to know who the real song kang. maybe her job as a high-paid won't gain her the pleasure of knowing such traits, but maybe, just maybe, a blind date and some more hangouts between the two may help. who knows.
"you've caught my attention so... i cannot deny that much and..." pausing, the woman glances down at her attire, cheeks blooming a brief shade of rosy hue as she clears . a humorous chuckle sounding as her eyes twinkle in amusement. "this? it's not that much, I went short for a more casual look - did I defeat the purpose and idea in mind?" snickering under her breath, she eyes the man opposite of her - slowly dragging her eyes from his head go straight down on his clothing and back up as her brims part. "you look sinfully good, darling. so don't think otherwise." her foot never lets up - wanting to soothe herself and the male but in reality - she is rather calm and she can see kang is letting go and relaxing in on himself as well. maybe this was momo's way of wanting to touch and feel him - just maybe. perhaps.
her eyes glance off to the side and a soft snicker sounds, "I am not cinderella, love. so I think you're safe with me. unless you want to be the guy to make me run and catch me for doing so?" she teases, an edge of a challenge lingering in her tone as she leans over, elbows lodged against the table cloth and her upper body hunched over her side of the table as her eyes roam his with a hint of a smirk playing on her glistening couplets. "is that what would make the night much more fun? or is there something else brewing in that beautiful mind of yours?" her voice comes out akin to a sultry purr as her eyes dip down to the menu and she nods her head once, "wine sounds really good. maybe... sushi? or... tenders? to go down with it? depending what you're craving for, I'm all for it." a hand comes up, curling under her chin as she sit there, studying every flicker of emotion and reaction crossing the man's handsome face. and what a handsome face indeed the CEO owns, she was always impressed when stealing glances at him that night, he complimented her well - if not in her eyes - he's way more up there compared to her level.
however, momo always aims to please and she's satisfied that her ex-client was indeed pleased with her work. her foot works up and down casually on the man's pant-clad leg as her orbs glimmer with a spark of mischief and amusement. "also, even though, it's quite obvious, you're far from boring to me, I think you've managed to capture all my attention for the night. so... prepare to amaze me in who the real song kang is perhaps? i may just show you who the real momo is as well."
@โงห u. aeri For a moment the chaos around her seemed to disappear. These were the rare moments when Yuan slipped into the darkest recesses of her mind and forgot about what she was doing... what she was really doing. The makeup artists flitted around her as her hair was tossled and messed with. The designer was speaking, probably not to her, in the distance behind her, and Yuan's reflection was a woman... exhausted. It had been a few days since she was able to sleep well, her father keeping her on her toes as he dished out assignment after assignment. "It's in the name of the clan," he would tell her, but she knew it was to test her. To watch her break. To see if she would snap in the worst (best) way possible. But she put an end to it last night -- the need to keep up her outward appearance was teetering on the edge of shattering and she needed this photoshoot to be the one to pick it back up. She needed this to bring some semblance of normalcy to her life. She needed this to-- "Yuan, 10 minutes," her manager sang, clicking away at her phone as she rounded the corner to check on the immigrant woman. Yuan nodded, humming lightly to herself as she quickly forced herself back into her body. Her eyes met the woman's in the mirror and she noticed that look of concern that crossed her features. "Yuan... have you been sleeping?" she asked, arms crossing. Yuan had known the Haepung native for the entirety of her stay here and she came to know Yuan like the back of her hand. Some may say she loved Yuan like a sister. Yuan gently laughed as the makeup artists excused themselves to start their work on another model. "No, but don't worry too much about me," Yuan smiled, graciously taking a cup of coffee an intern handed to her, "my mother reassured me she was going to be fine." It was no secret that Yuan's mother was chronically "sick", a farce that needed to be kept up when Yuan looked ill herself. "Okay... give her my love, but also try to sleep tonight. I have you scheduled for another shoot in three days. Aeri should be here. Try to meet her soon so we can get started."
@โงห h. momo Song Kang leaned back in his chair, and the initial jolt of surprise ebbed into curious amusement as Momo settled herself across from him. Her confidence radiated in waves, the kind impossible to ignore, and that teasing edge in her voice? It was just as he remembered. "Offensive? I think 'shocked' might be the word you're looking for," he said, the tiniest bit of a smile tugging at his lips as he met her gaze. "Though I have to say, this is probably the first time a blind date's been with someone I already know."
His eyes swept briefly over her, a dim light catching on the soft sheen of her black dress as she brushed her hand through her hair. She had always had a way of commanding attention, and tonight was no exception. Teasing as she was, there was a natural grace about her that he found intriguing, if slightly disarming.
When she mentioned their last event together, Song Kang chuckled low and leaned forward, placing an arm on the table. "So, you're saying /this/ is all because of that one night?" He motioned between them, an eyebrow quirking. "I think you've got the wrong impression. That night wasn't me, it was all you. You carried the whole thing. I just nodded and smiled where necessary."
Her laughter was light and teasing, like a spark of warm air lighting between them and cutting through the overly polished air of the bar. He couldn't help but grin when she leaned forward, the glint in her eyes as she sized him up. "Handsome, huh?" he repeated, raising his glass of wine to his lips. "I'll take the compliment, though I have to admit, it's a little hard to focus on your words when you're making the rest of us look underdressed." He gestured vaguely at her dress, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “I thought this was supposed to be casual. Didn’t know I’d need a tux just to match your level.”
The gentle nudge of her foot under the table broke the last of his tension, and he shook his head with a chuckle; his tone dipped into something softer, more sincere. "If I wasn't entertained, Momo, trust me, you'd know by now." His eyes followed hers briefly to the menu lying between them. If he had been overwhelmed by choices, he knew exactly what he wanted for the night. He set his glass down, tapping the menu lightly with a finger as he glanced back up at her. "Let's start with wine," he said smooth as silk, his voice low and warm. "And perhaps a platter to share? That way, you won't think I'm boring you before we even get to the fun part of this evening." His smirk deepened as he raised an eyebrow to her. "Unless, of course, you're planning to run out on me now that you've delivered your dramatic entrance."
@โงห k. taehyung what was supposed to be something along the lines of a stress-free evening and having a good looking to maybe chat up and get to know a bit. being a divorcee was quite lonely - added to the fact that gayoung was a parapsychologist of all things. she saw spirits for a living, trying to help people and help these spirits cross over. you can say she's a real life ghost whisperer. thankfully watching the show while growing up as a kid may have helped her in more ways than one, added to her mentor being a pillar along with her mother by her side.
however, another day, another draining one that brings the haggard young woman to where she is right now. she was captivated by the side profile next to her. it's not everyday she would walk into haepung's local bar and spot a good looking man such as this one. she's not blind and anyone with functioning eyes can see just how stunning he is. that is- until he did what he did, creating another stressful mess. as if gayoung didn't have enough incidents and annoying encounters to deal with.
it's not like she's mad by any means, doesn't mean she's overly joyful and brimming with glee that now her lap is completely soaked with his drink. the stickiness of what she assume to be coke mixed with the rum didn't really help and the man spreading it in a panic with his jacket only made things worse as it spread the soiled, cold feeling all over her bare thighs - just under the flimsy material of her dress.
"it's fine.... i- jesus, you're fine, it's alright," breathing in deeply, and breathing out - gayoung thinks her inner peace of mind that's at work here. she also thinks that this might be the part of her that's a clinical psychologist, giving her some semblance of patience as a tired smile cracks onto her features. she tried her best to not grimace and a soft snicker sounds - first time since the clumsy mishap as she takes the man's coat, when she heard the compliment.
"well, then ... i guess we can both agree that we're gorgeous in each other's eyes huh?" the young woman flashed him a cheeky smile before removing his coat completely and frowning a little due to the mess that he made on his clothing on top of things. "you ruined your jacket now too, tsk tsk. you could've leave it - a mess, but I would've used paper towels." she mumbles with a small smile, a bit more relaxed now. she spoke to herself inwardly and told herself, 'it happened, it cannot be done, what's done is done. accept it and move on.' so here she is, grabbing a couple of paper towel squares that the bartender offers her way and she thanks him with a small grin before rubbing at the moistened cloth and even dipping under so she could wipe over her thighs that are sticky and gooey with the mixture.
"ah, you're not a complete idiot darling and thank you again for the compliment, but you don't need to fret about dry cleaning either - how about you buy yourself another drink and maybe the other round on you for myself, call that even and you keep me company tonight. sounds like a plan?" gayoung was definitely bold, she carried herself with confidence, charm and wit, she had a poised way about doing things and this wasn't a first encounter she has had where hits the fan. this was child's play honestly and she has been encountering worse during her entire week. it's almost the weekend and gayoung just wanted to de-stress from the week's work that kicked her left and right.
the sighting she had today was so negative and malevolent, she felt far too drained but she still managed to crack the man a small smile as her head tips to the side. "want to start off by telling me your name, handsome? i'm gayoung."
@โงห m. gayoung "And whose fault is that?" Taehyung grumbled into the phone. "Come on, you gotta help me out here. How am I suppose- Oh, come on!" Now he was whining, his fingers running through his bangs that had already outgrown themselves since the last time he cut them.
When the other line goes dead the burning sensation of stress accompanies the sting of him tugging on his poor hair in frustration. He loved his job, seriously he did, but when a very important and very expensive shipment of Kashmiri, a special type of saffron imported from India, magically disappears after being sent out for 'delivery' and no one can seem to pinpoint where it landed and no one can do nothing about it... he doesn't quite love his job.
Who does he call? Does he contact his insurance company for this? No one really teaches you these things right off the bat. He's been winging it since the moment he arrived in this small town with nothing but an old suitcase stuffed with all of his belongings and whatever dignity he could manage to scrape together. Not knowing a single soul and pouring his entire being into this shop in hopes of giving himself some sort of motivation to wake up every morning. It doesn’t do much to one's will to get out of bed.
Sighing Taehyung could only stare at his phone in silence, the screen cracked in multiple places from being dropped too many times, around him people moved passed him, going about their daily lives without so much of a glance in his general direction. It was times like this that he truly felt alone. Like a small, insignificant drop of water in a vast, raging ocean. It's not like he had anyone to turn to talk to about this, to maybe get some helpful advice, reassurance, or maybe just to vent about how he was now short close to a thousand dollars. Oh, how he was growing tired.
"Screw it," he laughed to himself "I'm getting a drink."
It wasn’t long until Taehyung found himself sitting in front of a chilled glass of rum and coke, the ice clanking together as he toyed with the drink, twisting it here and there as he eyed it. He hadn’t had a drink since he moved into town and the last time he did it landed him in front of his ex’s front door. Crying and begging to know why she had done what she did and if she ever truly loved him and meant all those bitter-sweet promises…
Shaking his head as he tried to get rid of those unwanted thoughts, Taehyung took a sip of the cool drink swallowing down any thought of her before he dug himself deep into the hole he had barely finished filling. He wouldn’t let himself fall again, he promised himself, promised that this time he would do it right. He will start over. He will be happy. But maybe with another drink because this one tasted like a dirty gym sock.
Grimacing he moved the drink away with his pinky suddenly very offended at the nasty taste of alcohol coating his tongue. It was time that he admitted that he was a man, a very ‘manly man’ he’d say, that enjoyed the privilege of a sweet fruity drink and there was nothing wrong with that!
“Good Evening dear,” the most angelic voice says at his side and despite its soft tone, scares the absolute crap out of Taehyung and sends his hands flying to cover the beating drum of his heart…and in its crossfire, the very full glass tips over and if his day couldn’t get any worse, and empties on this poor woman’s lap.
“Oh my god! I am SO sorry—” taehyung stutters as he shoots up, immediately shedding his coat to try to clean up the dark liquid. “I am so so sorry! I didn’t see you there, it’s been a day but still, that’s no excuse again I am so sorry—” he rambles as he very clumsily tries to mop up the liquid with his coat, his only new piece of clothing that he had gotten himself as a present recently getting ruined by the alcohol, not realizing that he just may be making the situation worse.
“I promise I’ll pay for the dry cleaning, oh my goodness I am so so sorry ma’am,” He stumbles as he finally looks up to the poor soul whose day he just ruined. Leave it up to Kim Taehyung to always make his problems everyone else’s problem. “Oh god, and you’re gorgeous and I just dumped my drink on your lap and now I look like a complete idiot.”
It wasn't unusual for moon gayoung to find her way walking into haepung's local bar in need of a quick fix. Sometimes it may be different types of wine, testing and trying, it always become a trial and error situation due to wanting to experience new things in life. But majority of the times— she would have to honestly say that it'll be something along the lines of her desperately needing to forget what happened today.
She was clad in a brownish toned dress, not fit or appropriate for work perse, but work called when she was on a leisure activity, meeting an old friend for lunch earlier, what was supposed to be fun and relaxing and ending off the evening with drinks at a fancy rooftop lounge her friend told her about— didn't even pass lunch.
She was called by a family she's assisting with their paranormal encounters and majority of the times, when it stresses her out and takes a huge toll on her, she's at the bar nursing a drink. Which she does as soon as she walked in, her long strands shifting with each step, heels clacking onto the floor as she comes straight up to the counter, knocking twice and asking for a gin and tonic. Her eyes found a male next to where she stands and simple says a sweet, "good evening dear." Before moving to settle down on the stool next to the handsome male. A side profile that showcases he is indeed a stunner— quite the looker.
@โงห s. kang the surprise slowly dissipated and morphed into fond amusement at the sight before her - her surprised, blind date, was no other than a guy she had worked for not too long ago. give or take two weeks ago? it was an event that surely took her breath away and the male did a good job at giving her the time of day she very much needed and wanted. to say the least, momo couldn't complain, she loved the evening and it went by splendid. "wow, offensive much? are you wishing it's someone else? should I take my leave now?"
the young woman taunts, a haughty grin on her lips, even tipping her little frame over towards the entrance she just came through, as if teasing that she would turn on her heels and get the outta there if the man wanted her gone. a twinkle of mischief and intrigue in her eye- dead set as she takes in the view that has become before her. song kang sitting there, looking as sharp and sleek as she recalled. even if the clothes is a bit more casual compared to the black tie event. hers included - since she chose to wear a long, flowing gown, with a low dip v line at the front and back. this time, she's showcased in a short, black dress that can be considered elegant, classy, yet a tad bit y.
at least, the young woman hoped for as much. a soft snicker eventually leaves her parted brims as the girl made her way over towards the chair that's tugged out carefully by the gentleman and a hand is carefully brushed up against his arm. "I see, chivalry isn't dead after all, why thank you, dear." a soft smile is shot his way as momo settles into her newfound seat, the warmth provided by the ambiance and serenity in the luxurious space that's the bar. the lights rained down on her body and highlighted the distinct makeup settled on her features as she brushes a hand through her strands, untangling the muss of locks.
"so- I am guessing the elders thought that we were a good match that night, hence all of this shenanigans," she flails a hand over at the male opposite to her, a wry grin playing on her lips as a soft laughter filled the air, alongside the music playing from the speakers on both sides of them and the chatter casually happening around them. leaning forward, arms folded atop the table, the young woman takes a long, hard look at the other with a soft hum of approval. "I can see that handsome is becoming of you - I think you look even better from when last I've seen you. imagine what I might be seeing next year to come added to that." her words are light, smooth and airy as a grin plays on her roseated pair while her fingertips busy themselves with drumming against the top of the table they're seated at.
"so - are you not heavily entertained by the choice of your blind date? one word, and I could easily leave you be you know," again, she's playing around, teasing him, wanting to get a little kick out of it as her foot reaches beneath the table to nudge against his with a soft chuckle leaving her pair. a softness is shown in her gaze as her visage lights up a bit and her eyes find the menu before the two, showcasing an array of cocktails, shots, wine choices, beers, stouts and mixed drinks. even added onto the side there's a list of cutters that can be chosen from to help with their alcohol intake for the night.
"do you want to order first and catch up, handsome?"
@โงห h. momo The sound of high heels clicking on the floor made him straighten his shoulders and prepare himself for a woman he had never seen. Blind dates were not his thing, but he was committed to at least appearing. He took one more sip of wine, hoping this would be an exciting person after all.
Then, he heard her voice, soft yet sounding with the hint of laughter. "I'm so sorry I am late, I got held back with a side gig." It was a voice he'd know anywhere, one which had often filled the room with laughter and a biting wit he'd never expected to enjoy.
He looked up, and there she was, Momo. The shock must have appeared on his face because she blinked twice, her eyes wide as they took him in. A flicker of surprise danced across her expression before a playful smirk replaced it. "…Song Kang…?" How his name rolled off her tongue so easily.
Song quickly shifted from surprised to unfazed, the easy smile he was known for slid back onto his face. "Momo," he said smoothly, while his brain was racing to fill in the gaps of how on earth /she/ had ended up as his blind date. He took in her outfit, classic Momo, all sleek lines and subtle allure, attired to perfection with that unmistakable confidence. The kind of look that tells you she isn't just here to play along with anyone's plans.
He set his wine glass down and leaned back, raising an eyebrow. "Let me guess… the old ones had something to do with this?" He managed a dry chuckle, his eyes met hers, sparkling with mischief. "And here I thought I'd get to surprise someone new."
For a moment, he was back at that function, remembering how she'd been his "plus one" at the black-tie event. He'd needed someone to fill the spot, someone comfortable handling herself among business types with ease and Momo had fit the bill to perfection. She'd been more than a stunning date, sharp and witty, she knew how to keep the conversation flowing, smoothing over his discomfort in that world with a cool, effortless charm. And, oddly enough, they'd enjoyed themselves, her snarky humor and ability to make him laugh had turned an otherwise unbearable evening into something.. almost fun.
They held each other’s gaze for a moment, the shared memory of that gala hanging in the air between them. It was strange, and maybe a little dangerous, being with someone who already knew his reputation but also knew how to handle him, and herself.
He stood up and pulled out the chair on the end of the table out for her, "Have a seat, Momo-chan."
@โงห p. seonghwa Bye! See yall drunkies again!!
She happily wave her hand, bidding the last drunk customer a good bye before she could drop her facade and lean her lower back at the countertop, eyeing over you stand beside her.
I'm glad we clean the bar early right oppa.
Nudge your side with her elbow and beam at you.
" it!" momo harshly swore at her heels as it flopped out of her hand for the nth time tonight. she was rushing to get ready, her deal cut late, she had a last minute assignment, to track down someone for the mob she's working for, keep an eye out and watch his every moves. she wasn't going in for the kill tonight - thankfully. but here she is, going in for something far more nerve-wrecking than a first kill.
her boss was a mother figure to her, at the services she worked at - of course, she wasn't supposed to be 'seriously' dating anyone. not like momo could even keep a relationship to begin with. the woman struggled to hell and back to even handle being committed to someone, as sleazy as it may seem. but mrs. shin wanted her to have the best of the best of her time at haepung and what better way than to set her up with a rich businessman on a blind date.
"fun stuff," she scoffed at her reflection, adding a bit of gloss over her rosy couplets, eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, albeit annoyance. upon glancing at the clock, she was forty-five minutes late. the bar is right down the road- close to the little hotel she's staying the night at. due to convenience, as she rushed out, she makes sure her wallet, phone and other essentials are with her. a pocket knife tucked into her clutch for safety as and a pepper spray can - one can never be too careful. being a trained hit woman also allowed momo into the secrets of knowing about things out and about there. she wouldn't wish to face any semblance of trouble.
she doesn't know the man who she's being set up with, only know the table number he would be at, the bar being quite luxurious, with staff members waddling through and serving drinks and even little dishes if patrons got hungry. it was a prestigious place, not run down by any means as momo finally walked into the area. asking one of the waiters hanging around for the table number her boss lady told her that her date would be sitting at. "number 3?" momo was pointed in the direction and she smoothly walks over. heels clacking against the floors, even with the music thrumming from the bass speakers, her posture tall and proud, chin held high as her curves fell into flow with the tight-fitting black dress.
she always managed to dress to impress and tonight was no different, even if she wasn't keen on some silly, little blind date. her eyes fixate on the male as she stalked nearer, but his back faced her so she could only see the top of his fluffy strands. he's tall - that was... inevitably attractive to her to say the least. a curl on her lips is given as she walked on over and faces the male before bowing her head slightly. melodious voice tremoring from her parted lips, '"I'm so sorry I am late, I got held back with a side gig," momo eyes finally found the face she was speaking to, eyes widening and doing a double take, eyeing the waiter and the guy. this guy being no stranger whatsoever but a client of hers. a lovely one at that, someone she thoroughly got along with.
@โงห h. momo The laughter and the soft strumming of a guitar within the bar were warm and lively. Low-hung lamps glowed upon the wooden tables in gold. Sitting hunched at a small table in a corner was Song Kang, swirling a glass of deep red wine, the color in the glass reflecting the flickering lights.
8:03 PM. Three minutes into the date. She's late, she might not even turn up. He should just leave. But his grandfather's voice still echoed in his head, "If I hear that you bail on this meeting, I'll make sure to have a line of girls queuing outside your house, each with a marriage cert and a pen in their hands." He groaned in silent, with a heavy sigh.
His grandfather had spoken only mysteriously of "a lovely girl," without disclosing her name or anything else. Skimming his finger around the rim of the wine glass, Kang made an attempt to appear unconcerned even while the knot in his stomach pulled tighter. He didn't like it one bit, being kept in the dark, but his grandfather wasn't about to take no for an answer, especially when it came to 'dating' and 'getting a wife' matters.
After a few minutes more of waiting, he was getting impatient. He reached for his phone, the cool glass surface against his warm skin, and rapidly typed in a message.
/She's still not here. Can I leave now?/
He hit send, his heart racing as he looked at the door with each swing, a mix of hope and frustration building up inside him.
The cheer of clinking glasses and voices raised only plunged him deeper into solitude, as if he was some outsider looking on from a world without him. He sipped the wine, cool and velvety, smooth to the taste, but it did little to ease his mind. He had barely any liquid remaining in the glass, while his mind was filled with many thoughts. Song Kang sat alone in a bar, waiting for his date to arrive. Yhe lively atmosphere in that place growing far away from his concerns.
