You Know What You Are?

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It was a pretty typical stereotype that men hate going shopping with a woman, and you certainly couldn’t deny it, most of your friends in the past hated it, but for some reason you enjoyed it. And of course you more than anyone knew the reason.

Having Heejin as a shopping partner was undoubtedly an experience that was anything but boring, wherever you followed her she would attract you with a bright and fun aura that you couldn’t even get tired of, no matter what she did. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions too quickly, but maybe you were somewhat, just a little, in love with her. Of course this wasn’t even a hidden feeling in you, the connection you had with that girl was more than special, she was like your other half, and your safe place, not to mention that without her you were literally living on the street right now. You owed a lot to her, and this was the least you could do to repay her for everything she has done for you.

That day you had gone out exclusively to buy clothes to remodel almost your entire closet. You needed it more than she did, but still most of the stops you were having were because of her. Right now you were at a Fendi store, which was in the mall a few blocks from your building. Your job was simple, you had to answer yes or no every time she came out of the fitting room with a new item of clothing to find out if she bought it or not. You were already full of bags, in which you could be easily buried, but even so, it didn’t seem enough to her. At least it was a nice enough place to wait, otherwise you would have been overwhelmed with so many things to keep an eye on.

Miss Lee had been giving you fashion advice for a few days, in your last session she forced you to try on multiple different outfits, each one with clothes from brands that until weeks ago you could only see on instagram or pinterest. She let you keep all the clothes that you liked, but still she ordered you to update your closet as fast as you could, and so you did. This day you were wearing a blue Ralph Lauren sweater tucked into champagne Zara pants, vanilla Balenciaga Triple S shoes and a blue Patek watch, you were completely unaware of the exact model, surely Sunmi would know, but you were new to all of that. Most importantly, you’d killed two birds with one stone, you pleased your boss, and finally shaken off the judgmental stares of everyone around you while still feeling comfortable with yourself.

While you were sitting on a sofa looking at twitter on your phone Heejin came out of the changing room and looked your way, she was wearing a whole complete outfit: a strappy champagne corset, brown wide leg pants with pink striped plaid pattern, and white pointed heels, all complemented by rectangular sunglasses and a brown velvet handbag with the Fendi buckle in the middle.

The first thing you thought was that she looked incredibly hot with that corset that highlighted her breasts and prominent shoulders, but when you thought a little more you couldn’t help noticing something very important.

“Wait wait wait wait, you know how much is that handbag, right?” you said, pointing at it with your finger still glued to the phone.

“Uhm… how much?” she asked innocently.

“1.400 bucks. I saw it just now.”

“Oh…” she looked at the bag for a few seconds, in all directions, and then saw it hanging on her arm, “but can we take it or not?” she said finally, with a smirk and a tilt of her head.

You brought your fingers to your septum and closed your eyes to let out a long breath, knowing you had no choice.

“Sure, take it,” you finally said, looking up at her again.

“Yaaay!” she clapped excitedly for a moment, “and how about the outfit? Yes or no?”

“It’s definitely a yes,” you held up your thumb.

“I knew it!” she jumped towards you and cupped your face to steal a kiss from you. She then turned back to the dressing room, leaving you alone again.

As soon as Heejin entered the dressing room, your phone’s screen turned on showing the message that just arrived. You unlocked your phone, and sighed as you read the entire message.

Japan Justice Minister, you went over it several times in your head. You didn’t know why, but you had the feeling that everything was escalating way too fast, you went from fucking a CEO, then a shareholder, and now the daughter of a Japanese politician. And you, well, you were just a lucky guy. As usual, the intrusive thoughts and your anxiety took over again for a few minutes. This time the pressure was twice as strong as when Sunmi or Tiffany, on top of that, you were going to face a girl who was going to potentially drive you out of your mind in a bad way, and your tolerance was something, you would say quite limited. You didn’t know how spoiled she was, but your protocol (which you just made up just now) for girls like that was very simple: don’t give them what they want.

You waited a few minutes for Heejin, and when she came out, she was dressed in the same clothes she had worn to come to the mall in the first place.

“That’s it! Let’s pay,” Heejin said, checking that she had all the clothes she had tried on, “Uhm, is something wrong?” she asked, noticing that you were chewing on your thumbnail with a blank stare.

“I have to go, Miss Lee wants to see me so I can meet my next client,” you said, still staring at nothing.

“And what is the problem?” she stood in front of you.

“The girl in question is the daughter of a minister of justice,” when you said it you couldn’t help but let out a small incredulous laugh.

“Oof. Big fish…”

“Aha, it still seems fucking surreal to me, to be honest, but I guess that’s the way it is now,” you sighed, then looked at her, “I’ll have to get used to it. Let’s go,” you nodded to the cashier and you got up.

When you paid for the clothes, the first thing you did was count everything you were carrying, to make sure nothing was missing, and it wasn’t until then that you realized that you were carrying a somewhat exaggerated number of bags, so exaggerated that you even doubted that they were even going to fit in the elevator with you. You put your mind to plot for a moment to try to calculate how much you had spent on all that, but if you started counting everything you were probably going to arrive late for your meeting with Sunmi, and that wasn’t an option, so you just took out your phone to call the taxi and then take as many bags as you could in your two hands, just like Heejin.

“What could be the daughter of a Japanese politician here in Korea?” Heejin asked as you walked towards the exit.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “but Miss Lee told me they were in a photo shoot, maybe it has something to do.”

“Maybe she is a photographer?”

“Nah,” you shake your head denying, “based on how little I know about her, I don’t think photography is her thing.”

“Hmm…” she thought about it for a few seconds, “Model, then, I can’t think of anything else.”

“Probably, we’ll see.”

When you arrived at the exit and left the mall, you stayed waiting for the taxi for just under 5 minutes until it finally arrived. You barely put all the bags in the trunk of the car, forced to stack them on top of each other and crush them so that they could fit all there.

“We need a car, fuck,” Heejin sighed, “a SUV, if possible.”

“Maybe if we stopped buying 1.400 dollars handbags we could save and buy one,” you looked at her without even blinking.

“Oh come on! It was Fendi!” she excused herself, before you ignored her and sat at the backseat, “you bought an almost 1.000 clock and I’m not upset about it. In fact, you’re wearing it!”

“It’s different,” you said, watching out the window as she sat next to you and closed the car door.

“In what?” she crossed her arms as she saw you.

“It cost almost 500 bucks less,” you chuckled, waiting for the blow to your arm.

“Ah fuck you!” she complained, hitting you on your arm, in the same exact area where she always did. You didn’t even immute you, you had developed a kind of mental immunity to the pain of her punches.

Being your building so few blocks away the trip was just under 3 minutes, in fact, you could easily have walked there, but the amount of laziness that gave you loading with all the bags beat you. When you arrived you paid the driver and got off the car, to download all the bags and enter the building. Entering the elevator with all the bags was less difficult than you expected, in fact, you didn’t even have to make two trips up and down as you imagined from the beginning, however, if someone else wanted to enter the elevator at that time, it was going to be necessary to wait.

When you got to your floor you were the first to go ahead since you had the keys, you opened the door, and went straight to the living room to put all the bags on the sofa, while Heejin left them on the floor between the coffee table and the sofa..

“You know, I think we should adopt a cat,” she said out of nowhere.

“What? Why?” you frowned in confusion as you walked towards the door again.

“I don’t know, I feel a little lonely every time you leave…” Heejin bited on her bottom lip, arms folded and looking sad, “this whole place is so big, and well… you know.”

“Oh Hekkie…” you breathed out, to walk towards her and hold her by the waist, “I’m so sorry, okay?”

“No, not at all, it’s not your fault, silly,” she laughed a little discouraged, “it’s your job now, do your best for me,” she gave you a little pat on the chest, and then she gave you a little kiss on the lips, “I just need some company while you’re gone, that’s all.”

“We’re going to an adoption center tomorrow, okay?” you cupped her face with your hands, “take care of finding out places.”

“Okay,” she nodded, like the spoiled child she sometimes was, “be careful, okay?”

“Always,” you gave her a kiss on the forehead, and then another on her lips, before turning around and walking out of the apartment.