18:45

Heat blasts through the enclosed bedroom, the constant sound of a hairdryer drying damp hair. Each strand releasing small drips of water, dropping onto the icy wooden floor. Repeated movements on the brush untangle persistent knots, pulling out strands of hair that intertwine amongst the bristles. Arctic Monkeys' song intertwines with the sound of the hairdryer, competing to see whether Mardy Bum is able to combat the persistent noise. Several movements from her tapping feet and shaking hips, dancing to the music, mouthing the well known words from the mainstream song.

"Remember cuddles in the kitchen yeh to get things off the ground" She uses the comb as a makeshift mic.

A large double bed, with white fairy lights coiling around the metal bed frame, rests against a wall covered in photos, magazine cuttings, photo cards, posters and memoirs like cinema tickets, Polaroid photos, train tickets and receipts, the light pashmina pink wall no longer in sight.

As the instrumental part plays, she pulls and tugs at her hair, ensuring it becomes straight and smooth.

"Yeh I'm sorry I was late... But I missed the train and the traffic was a-." She glances to the wall which has a large shabby chic vintage clock above her dresser. "Oh damn."

Turning off the hairdryer and resting it on her dresser, she messes with her hair in the mirror, trying to quickly style it, knowing time isn't on her side. "Why am I so stupid?!" She briefly runs her small fingers through her light brown hair, doing what she can to quickly style it.

"Good enough."

A floaty dress sits on a hanger on the her crystal white wardrobe, a simple baby pink laced dress with an intricate design, woven flowers and leaves intertwining with one another, a thin white belt around the waist, with a bow on the front. Grabbing her makeup, purse and phone and shoving it into a bag, while placing in her dangling earrings.

Park Jo Hyun
Ya! Where are you? He's calling me asking where you are?! You're not picking up the phone!

"I'm almost ready Christ-" she sighs, picking up her phone to reply.

Me
I'm just leaving now, tell him to stop being impatient.

Park Jo Hyun
Good luck So Joon...

Grabbing the individual apartment key, which is hooked onto a metal loop, with a small heart keychain connected. Looking out of the open window, she notices his car parked, himself standing outside with his arms crossed. Staring out at the front door to the apartment complex. Taking this into realisation, she runs to the front door, stepping down from the wooden boards onto cold tiles where her multiple shoes sat. Some in a line, some obviously kicked off and messily placed. She grabs a pair of white converse high tops.

"No something else" she places them into the cabinet and takes out a pair of white heels. Heels which he gave her and quickly placed them on her feet.

"Ok ok ok ok..." she murmurs to herself as she paces down the stairs, holding her hair so it stays in place. Eventually she reaches the bottom step and notices him there. In front of his expensive black car.

"Sorry I'm late." She smiles, catching her breath and readjusting her dress. "Didn't keep track of the time." She shows a large smile, hoping this excuses her.

He doesn't show any kind of acceptance to her apology. "You're late..." he grunts.

"Ah come on!" She smiles, walking towards him. "This is our 100th day anniversary since we've been dating. Let's spend the night being happy ey?" She grabs hold of his arm and stares up. "Song-Woo?" His disapproved face only looks down.

Song-Woo was an acquaintance of hers from university, studying the same subject and being in the same class. But not exactly having anything to do with one another. It wasn't until Jo Hyun, So Joon's best friend, introduced him to her on a blind date. The relationship seemed to blossom from there. As they went on multiple dates a week, visiting one another as often as they possible could, working around Song-Woo's busy schedule of his CEO duties at one of the highest tech companies in Korea.

7:30
Watching the dimmed scenery of Korea, street lights illuminating dull streets and shining on people passing by. Strobes of light enter and leave the car as they pass lampposts beaming their light onto the road and sidewalks. Soothing sounds of krnb play on the radio, playing K.VSH's tunes. But besides that silence sweeps through the vehicle.

"I'm wearing the shoes you bought me. They're really nice." She smiles.

"Oh. That's good." He replies, both hands on the wheel. His short straight hair reaches the middle of his forehead. His dead eyes locked on the road.

So Joon fidgets a little and messes with her pristine finger nails. Hoping a conversation will strike. "So, where are we going tonight?" She asks.

He agitatedly fidgets.

"Up to you." He replies. Raising his eyebrows and deeply exhaling.

"Oh. Um..."

The silence returns.

So Joon glances from side to side, then stares over at Song Woo. His hand moves from the wheel to the gearstick. She sees the opportunity and places her hand on his, his cold hand under hers. But he pulls it away after a single second, placing it back on the wheel. She places it back onto her lap.

"Coffee bay." She replies, looking forward at the other cars ahead.

"Coffee bay it is."

Distant music plays in the background, other couples smiling, friends chatting and gossiping, older mothers meeting up to talk about the world around them and boast about their children - one mother feeling like theirs isn't good enough...

So Joon carries over a tray to the table with Song woo, sat slumped in a chair on his phone, laughing and smiling at the screen. His tie crooked and blazer neatly on the back of another chair. He turns his phone of and places  it on the table when she arrives. "Here." So Joon smiles, placing it on the table. Consisting of two ice teas with straws poking out the top and two muffins. A napkin at each desert plate.

"I got your favourite." She smiles, handing him the plate. "Blueberry muffin and tea leaf ice tea."

He responds by raising his eyebrows and nodding his head once. So Joon takes this as a bow but it's hard to tell... She sits in front of him, a wide smile on her face. Contrasting his dull one.

"So, how is the company going?" She asks. "You've been busy lately so I haven't seen you as much. I bet it's stressful. Maybe I could start taking you lunches to work?"

His phone buzzes.

"That won't be necessary, I eat take out food." He replies, picking up his ice tea and taking a sip.

"That's not as healthy as a boxed lunch or a salad. Maybe I can start making low fat kimchi and use the vegetables my parents have been growing." She offers.

"No it's fine." He replies coldly.

"Oh. Ok." She takes a sip of her ice tea, dropping her smile a little.

So Joon simply just wanted to lighten the mood, she realised that Song Woo had a lot to think about and be concerned over, she was the last of his worries and she was fine with that, as long as he didn't feel stressed or worried.

His phone buzzed.

He picked it up after the second time, and unlocks it. A smile appearing on his face.

"I suppose you're busy right now." She adds. "Work is stressful I know. I mean, working at the store is so stressful." She laughs, showing a forced radiant smile.

He doesn't look up.

"Would you like me to stop texting you throughout the day maybe? Would that help?" Awkwardness swept through again. She sighs and picks up her phone, scrolling through the messages in the chat between them.

Me
Hey Song Woo! Hope you're having a good day xx

Me
Good night <3

Me
How was today? ^_^

Me
I guess you're busy. Don't worry!

Me
Don't tire yourself out too much. Fighting!!

The sound of someone leaving the cafe makes So Joon look up, noticing a man wearing a leather jacket leave. Her attention goes back to Song-Woo.

"Are you too busy for me? If you have work you should go back." So Joon states, her face more stern.

"We organised this together." He replies.

I organised this... So Joon thinks to herself.

"Well do you not want to talk to me? It seems like you don't..." She adds.

Placing his phone, face side up, back onto the table he glances up. "Ok. I'm here. I was dealing with a client. He fixed us a job." His slight smile is directed to her. Making her laugh a little.

"Oh. I see." She smiles. "Well. It's fine. I realise you're busy and your occupation doesn't help. Don't stress yourself too much ok?"

He chuckles. " I won't."

"You're just tired. I thought you were fed up with me or something. You seemed really upset and annoyed. Sorry I assumed wr-"

His phone buzzed.

Message from My 💓
Love you too. Tell me when you get home

She glances down. Her smile drops. The phone is rapidly swiped away and replaced by a combination of forced laughs and smiles and the cliché:

"I-I can explain"

...