ethereal

if you're seeing this, i have successfully infiltrated rhi hehe hello friends, i'm moon ( s / h, 21+ ) and i bring you all nepotism (giant) baby song soobin, the only daughter of the song family with the biggest ego cheongdam has ever seen woohoo!! she's the girl-next-door that every mother wishes their daughter was like and every father wishes their son would marry; at least on the outside. behind the mask she's an egotistical girl who truly believes everybody is beneath her, and has the attitude to match. below the cut i'll drop some facts about soobin but drop a ♡ if you would like to plot, i'm available on discord (and if needed, tumblr ims but we're kind of sworn enemies ~_~) hehe let's have some fun!!

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( ... )

When he entered the room, he unbuttoned his jacket and walked directly to his table when he noticed his phone flashing. He never brought his phone to a meeting because the last time he did, his father admonished him in front of his superiors, and Hyunwoo had never felt more humiliated in his life. Leaving his device unattended in an unsecured area was a bit nonsensical. But he’d rather lose a phone than face his own father’s criticism while secretly sending flirty messages to any woman in his contact list.

He furrowed his brows as he read the name on the screen and read the message’s detail. Song Soobin had a knack for piquing his interest ( she might be the reason Hyunwoo wasn’t allowed to bring his phone to any key meetings). They hadn’t seen one other in a long time and hadn’t had the chance to rekindle the fading intimacy. Her text ignited his curiosity in casually utilizing sex as a recreational activity. It was strange, though, to get such a message from Song Soobin while the sun was still blazing. Hyunwoo didn’t want to make any assumptions, but she could be so frustrated that she couldn’t wait till late to tease him.

The door burst open just as he was ready to write back a reply, and Song Soobin appeared before his eyes.

“Hey. Sorry, I just read your message–” Hyunwoo sank back into his chair as his comments were cut short by her swift step toward him. With those seductive eyes and her thigh brushing against his leg, she was so close. Her neck had a smooth, brilliant curve, which contrasted with her black hair. Hyunwoo gulped down. His mind was patronized by her sweet words.“You’re crazy. It’s still so bright outside. I didn’t know you’re into such thing.”

the second her eyes fall on his, she knows she’s got him trapped exactly where she wants him. 

had it been a normal situation and had hyunwoo not fought her little brother, perhaps her being there under the premise of sexual desires wouldn’t necessarily be false but she can’t change the past. so a honey-like smile coats her lips, stained with this season’s latest red lipstick from the song family collection as her fingers trickle up his arm, her body leaning forward as her arms extends to his shoulders. soon after she’s pushing herself off his desk with ease, a couple small steps guiding her to the shelf behind his desk where she casually rests her back against. using a hand to twirl his chair around to face where she now stands, she offers him a quick wink.

her gaze is intense with just the faintest hint of that smile that donned her lips mere moments ago. his words humour her and if hyunwoo looked close enough, he’d come to realization that it’s more a smirk than a true smile.

hook, line, and sinker. 

“oh hyunwoo, you should know by now that i’m experimental ~”

her words are meant to cause a stir within the male, to allow his mind to wander to places and situations that he would not be privy to in this very moment. but he doesn’t have to know that.

sure, perhaps she is crazy. if crazy means being willing to let go of a transactional relationship she has grown to like, a person she has grown to care for. hyunwoo has sort of always just..been there, an individual in her life that never meant very much or was ever truly on her radar until one drunken and vulnerable night. from then on began their routine of reaching out to one another when the world is asleep. but all of that is about to come to an end, she thinks. and for what’s it’s worth, she isn’t too mad at that; they had their fun. 

“don’t be scared, i remember you once telling me your room is sound proof. you can admit it was done for something like this. besides, are you going to deny me if i say i wanted to test it out?” 

( ... )

it is a surprise as to why junho is so dead set on downloading and deleting dating apps after a series of dates; only for him to repeat the cycle of reinstalling it when he gets bored of studying laws and volunteering, or with a measly excuse of getting over his multiple crushes. (they are harmless. he’s sure he doesn’t make lovesick puppy eyes or finds himself blushing for making eye contact so those he liked will never know.)

“this is the last time,” junho mumbles to himself as he waits by the theater ticketing counter, having set himself up for a date with his recent match. he admits, she is gorgeous ⎯ someone quite his ideal type, had a really fun personality and they hit off well via texting before he suggest that they meet for the first time and watch a movie together.

junho isn’t religious but he is hopeful and wished he isn’t being catfished even if it isn’t his first time if ever, or get ghosted before they even could meet. because he didn’t want to be a laughing stock and he would for sure, delete tinder off when he gets back to his apartment at the end of the day.

thankfully, he sees his date approaching him, and sighs in relied to himself. he waves his arm out in the direction of his approaching date and calls out, “song soobin?”

here’s the thing about song soobin - she doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to; at least not until now. she surprised even herself by showing up to the movie theatre despite her prior complaints of why her friends had even bothered setting her up with anyone. lesson learned there: never let her girlfriends touch her phone while intoxicated (you would have thought she learned that lesson way back when, but no). she’s a tad grateful that the male she’s supposed to meet, one yoon junho, is easy on the eyes so that even if nothing good happens on the date, she can walk away and say that at least he was good looking. 

she knows nothing about what this junho fellow has in store for her but she hopes he has enough sense to pick a good movie, or at the minimum, anything but a horror film. she might just flee the entire date if that happens but seeing as she made herself show up, she should have a smidge of faith - but just a smidge. 

soobin exits her parked car in the underground parking lot of the theatre, locking the vehicle with one click of the remote as she follows the signs telling her to make her way to the escalator which would take her to the lobby of the theatre itself. she escalator isn’t a long one and soon enough she’s emerging from the darkness of the parking lot to the bright theatre lobby and greeted with the hustle and bustle of people passing by in front of her. she had taken one last look at the pictures on junho’s dating profile to memorize the way he looks just before she had shown up, so her eyes begin to scan her surroundings before stopping on a tall figure by the ticketing counter. he stands out from the crowd, if not by looks, by aura alone which she’ll give him props for. 

it seems his eyes found hers not long after as she hears her name being called out amidst her strides, the distance closing between the pair of semi-strangers. she nods her head and flashes him a smile, offering a soft bow when she reaches him. “hi, yeah, that’s me. now just do tell me you’re actually yoon junho and not some crazy person who knows my full name.” it’s a joke and she solidifies the fact with a gentle nudge of his arm with her elbow. she then turns her attention to the ticketing counter behind them, eyes scanning the choices of movies. in a way she’s hoping he already had one in mind, she likes a man who can take charge and make decisions, especially on a first date. she’s also hoping that she can get a better feel of the kind of person he is by what choice he makes-- but that’s a hushed fact. 

( ... )

“why are you here?” he whispers to soobin as he reaches out to stroke the plump cheek of the baby the caretaker is holding.

“would you like to carry her?” the caretaker asks abruptly. surely she’s trying to get a break from the baby.

“sure?” yohan answers unsurely and the caretaker hands him the baby. he scoffs and turns to soobin, “so this is why you called me.” yohan bounces the baby in his arms and oddly enough, it seems to respond well to him. the cries quieten and yohan manoeuvres the baby so its chin would rest on his shoulders. “i get it. look at me, i’m doing well —”

well, until the baby pukes on his shoulders.

seriously, why is she here? 

she’s about to answer yohan when the caretaker interrupts and the question posed would have caused the most disgusted look to cross her features, had they not been in a public setting; and one with reporters and journalists at that. but it seems yohan has a different idea and soobin watches with amusement as he takes the baby into his arms, brows raising in astonishment as the nursery begins to quiet down with the lack of the baby’s cries. she’s about to applaud his efforts and for saving her but it seems her celebration was destined to be cut short. 

she doesn’t know whether to laugh or not, though she brings a palm to cover her lips just in case she decides to crack. technically, it merely looks as if she’s covering her mouth in shock and to be fair, it isn’t like she’s not; in shock that is. she takes a step back from yohan to avoid any of the baby puke from dripping off his shoulders and onto her shoes, eyes darting over to where a caretaker isn’t far away, though their focus is on another baby for the time being. 

“yeah you’re doing great!”

sarcasm coats her words and she can no longer hide the giggle that bubbles past her lips. never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined she would be graced with the appearance of ok yohan covered in baby puke. now this is one for the books, she thinks. 

“i’m gonna get someone but first things first...” 

patience is a virtue that song soobin does not have; at least not in this particular scenario.

to paint the scene: she's seated with her back against a velvet armchair in a deep emerald green colour that matches the interior of the cafe, her iced matcha latte with vanilla syrup placed just within arms reach on the glass table that has become a home for not just her drink but her cell phone as it lays face up. her purse is nestled cozily by her side as she crosses one leg over the other, arms folding to rest just at her chest, eyes scanning the cafe. she doesn't exactly know who she's looking for, her girlfriends would give no hints as to her mystery date but as the clock ticks, she's beginning to think this "date" wouldn't be fruitful anyway.

she reaches for her drink without having to move too much from her current position, taking a sip and noticing red lipstick staining the white straw. a grimace dons her lips, so much for long-lasting, she thinks. there's a roll of her eyes as she sets her drink now, hand reaching for her phone this time to gently tap against the glass screen, watching the device come to life just in time for the time to change-- though at this point, the time doesn't really matter anymore.

whoever her mystery date is, is more than twenty minutes late now without a text or call to let her know.

"tch, somebody knows how to make a great impression." she mutters to nobody but herself.

truth be told, she should have left fifteen minutes ago when five minutes had passed and nobody showed but she had been convinced to stay with a very long text from her girlfriends. something about how she needs to give people more chances, whatever. so there she sits, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she drums her fingertips against the exposed skin of her leg just past the hem of her plaid skirt. she looks out the window and stares at nothing in particular, getting lost in her thoughts until she notes a shadow falling upon her vicinity.

looking up she almost gasps out loud, just almost-- she has class after all.

"didn't you hear? hyunwoo and sangwoo got into a fight-- a pretty bad one too."

no, no she didn't hear; though she should have.

her phone nearly drops from the delicate hold she has around the device, her fingers curling around the metal frame just before it can slip out of her grasp. she mutters a quick "i gotta go." into the device before ending the call with a quick tap, completely unapologetic - the person on the other line is but a mere nobody; she doesn't care. what she truly cares about in the moment is what went through cheon hyunwoo's head when he got into a fight with her little brother, her family despite their differences and hostility towards each other at moments. her baby brother at that.

nobody messes with him except herself.

( kkt → hyunwoo 🐶 ) hyunwoo-yah! are you in your office? i'm gonna drop by, i got something for you ^.~

a few quick taps of her phone and she's fired off a far-too-friendly message to the male, hardly bothering for a response before she's heading out from her office and towards the parking lot, only offering a small smile to the workers she passes along the way. she has tunnel vision, a serious case of it, and she'd be damned if anything got in the way of her teaching hyunwoo a lesson. so she hops into her car, the drive to his office is practically muscle memory at this point and with the help of less-than-usual traffic, she arrives in record speed.

pulling into an empty spot, hurried footsteps take her from her vehicle to the elevator where she instinctively presses the button to the floor where his office is located. people shuffle in along the way, some she's seen before and some mere strangers to her. nonetheless, she plasters on a fake smile and soon enough the subtle 'ding' of the elevator announces her arrival. she makes her way to his door, knocking once but not waiting another second before pushing the door open to be greeted with the image of hyunwoo.

"hi, i knew you'd be here ~"

she's being sweet, that's warning number one.

"i missed you ~"

she's being affectionate, that's warning number two.

"you missed me too, right?"

she's being clingy, that's warning number three.

keeping up appearances can be tiring even for someone like soobin, who has grown so accustomed to doing so she almost believes herself when she smiles sweetly to strangers and gives polite responses to boring conversations.

she provides just enough to allow people to make the assumption that she is interested in the conversation at hand but not too much to give herself wiggle room to slip out of the situation when the time comes. she's practically zoned out at this point of her conversation with some fellow socialites she can't be bothered to remember the names of, yet if they asked she's skilled enough to play it off. she hears something mentioned about the latest gossip spreading through cheongdam and she offers a soft chuckle before gracefully excusing herself from the group, saying she needs to find her seat at the dinner table.

a blatant lie of course; she just wanted out and that had been the simplest way.

so she's wandering away from the group, stiletto heels click clacking against the hardwood flooring of the event as she offers more smiles to passersby and whichever media outlet that spots her, flashes blinding her momentarily but she's been through this enough to recover quickly. her eyes adjust and she spots her mark across the room, one of the few people she actually wants to be around during such social events.

"jeongho ~"

she all but yells his name out in a sing-song manner, her fake smile turning into a genuine one as she spots one of her best friends. she sheepishly ducks her head when others turn her way, strange looks on their faces but she can't be bothered. her steps quicken and she's soon approaching the male and looping an arm through his, gently nudging his side with her elbow.

"can't believe i'm only seeing you now, where have you been this whole time? everyone else is basically insufferable."

she's horrified; or is it disgust that she feels? anxious maybe?

a parade of unfamiliar emotions as she finds herself at a standstill amongst the babies tucked neatly under warm blankets and toddlers playing in the colourful nursery. she had only meant to be passing by on her way to the ladies room when she had gotten lost. typical of her. one winding hall after the next and an overload of fake smiles at those she passes, she finds herself at perhaps the last place she would ever want to find herself at.

a quick turn on her valentino stilettos and she would have been on her way back to main hall of the event where she'd ask for directions, like she should have the first time around. but as always life has other plans for her as a cry erupts from within the nursery and she freezes, eyes meeting with the sole caretaker at the moment who urges her forward with a welcome smile. she's asked if she wants to enter and what's she supposed to say to that? no? as if soobin could ever be caught refusing to care for such "adorable" children. the mere thought sends a shudder down her spine.

it's then that she spots a figure out of the corner of her eye and she cracks the first smile since she realized her situation.

"psst, yohan, come help me with this baby!" she keeps her voice to a low enough volume as to not wake another baby and create another mess but just loud enough that he would have to hear her.

ah, that's it: helpless is what she feels.