We're Not Married | m.yg

FIVE ; outfits

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.