A/N: I forgot to premise this that for this crossover, I'm pretending that there was no RJH in YSR's life. My CLOY fangirl heart cannot imagine a scenario where YSR will not choose RJH if they had met. =)
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The first thing that Yoon Se-Ri noted was Kim Joo Won's suit.
She didn't know suits came in sequins, too. Okay, scratch that . Being in the fashion industry, she knew those suits existed in blue, purple and even gold. However, she had never seen one worn by a date of hers... to a date with her.
"Are you on your way to perform in a concert after our dinner?" Yoon Se-Ri commented, eyeing his attire.
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Kim Joo Won smirked. "Yes, you're going to be there as well, right? I thought you'd perform the rap part of the song?" He returned with his eyes going to the chunky gold necklace she wore. It was far more stylish compared to those chains used by the rappers he alluded to, who he watched in his younger days. However, he felt the need to have a good comeback for her remark on his favoured style.
After all, he spent over an hour choosing which suit he would wear for this occasion and he would not simply sit here and take an insult, no matter how slight.
Yoon Se-Ri shot him daggers through her gaze. "We're supposed to make nice tonight."
"You started it by being mean!" Kim Joo Won pointed out.
Se-Ri crossed her arms, rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. Let's start over," she conceded. Taking a deep breath, she started with, "Hello, Kim Joo Won-ssi. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to meet you... again," Joo Won returned.
"Again?"
"I met you years ago," he said, telling her about the time in University.
Se-Ri laughed. "Oh, interesting. Sorry I don't remember that."
"Yes, well I do."
Se-Ri looked surprised. "Are you still smarting over that rejection all these years after?"
Kim Joo Won pouted. "I don't get rejected often so it was... memorable."
"Yah! I thought we were going to make nice?! How are we even going to discuss getting married when you're so stubborn about something that happened so long ago?" Yoon Se-Ri said.
Joo Won leaned in. "Speaking of that, why are you willing to go through this arrangement anyway?"
"I'm not... or I haven't made up my mind at least. All I promised my father is that I would meet you. That's it," Se-Ri told him honestly. "And you? Don't you have another actress in the wings that you intend to go public with and marry?"
"Yah, I was serious about all of them. Those relationships just didn't work out. I'm not like you who's had one scandal after another and never had a confirmed relationship," he shot back.
She stood. "I guess it's clear that this arrangement will never work. Goodbye, Mr. Kim."
"Fine. Goodbye, Ms Yoon," Joo Won said, throwing his table napkin.
"Enjoy your concert!" Yoon Se-Ri said, taking one last swipe at his sequinned suit.
Kim Joo Won's jaw dropped. Sputtering, he said, "Oh you! Well. Well... GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR RAPPING CAREER!"
***
"That woman is the most infuriating person I had ever met in my life!"
Kim Joo Won ranted to Im Jong-soo when he arrived at his home. Carefully taking off his suit, he then proceed to yank the rest of his clothes off, leaving only his white shirt and slacks as he continued his rant.
"Did you even discuss the marriage with her?" Im Jong-soo asked.
"How can I? She's been throwing insults left and right!" Kim Joo Won said. He knew it was an exaggeration but Im Jong-soo did not know that so he stuck with it.
"Your father is hoping to increase your business portfolio with this marriage," Im Jong-soo continued.
"There are other rich women. Let's marry them," Joo Won said, grabbing a beer from his fridge.
"Not as rich as Yoon Se-Ri," Im Jong-soo said. "But you're the boss. Are you sure we would no longer pursue this?"
"YES. I never want to see Yoon Se-Ri again. EVER."
In a near by apartment, Yoon-Se-Ri was complaining along the same lines to her assistant, Hong Chang-Sik. "What a bitter, bitter man! Why did my father think this would be a good match?"
Hong Chang-Sik browsed the vetting sheet made for Kim Joo Won. "He finished top of his class in the University. His portfolio is also very good, almost matching the profits of your father's businesses in the same industry. No criminal record --"
"Does it also say that he's still mad at me because I turned him down for a date?" Yoon Se-Ri sarcastically asked. "Geesh! What did he think? I was with someone. I don't go out with multiple men at one time!"
Hong Chang-Sik stayed quiet.
"And what is his fascination with sequins? If I marry him, do I have to deal with sequinned pillow covers? Blankets?" she continued complaining. "And how dare he make fun of this necklace! Does he have any idea how many people wanted to get this piece from the designer?"
"Does this mean we're going to continue looking for a potential match for you, Ma'am?" Hong Chang-Sik asked.
"Yes. And please! Choose someone who is NOT a fashion victim."
***
Yoon Se-Ri threw herself immediately into work the following workday to compensate for the time she wasted on that awful date.
The first thing she needed to do was inspect a condominium unit in one of the high-end areas in Seoul. This was ideal for her because it brought her much closer to the shopping district where she was planning to put up a few new stores.
Additionally, those who purchased units in the building were able to sell it at a much higher rate than when they bought it earning them a good return on their investment.
However, because of the strict membership rules, a unit was rarely available for sale so grabbing this opening was important. Even now, the broker was set to meet with her at 10:30am because the unit will be shown to another potential buyer before then.
Running into the building, she jabbed at the elevator buttons and rode the one that came. As she was looking for her phone, she noted that the lift stopped at one of the floors, before it started heading up.
Until it didn't.
"What... No. No! No! Don't get stuck now! I have a meeting!" Se-Ri complained to the panel of buttons, as if that would suddenly jerk the lift to move.
