How I met your mother - Karina x male reader

Chapter 3 - Interlude (1)

(Karina POV)

"So you're telling me that you two met on a show?" Gyeoul said, leaning onto my shoulder as we watched MinJeong do a silly dance while listening to my old songs.

"That's right," I turn to see Y/N leaning against the wall, looking at me and our oldest daughter, "that's how I first met your mother, on a 'marriage' reality show none the less." He finishes, taking a seat on the floor next to MinJeong, who proceeds to tackle him onto the floor.

Turning to look at me and her father, Gyeoul asks "have you ever questioned the authenticity of your relationship though? I mean a lot of the time in reality shows the stuff they claim to be real is actually scripted you know?"

Y/N seems to ponder before answering our oldest daughter, "You know dear, your mother was once my idol crush, like something you would only get to admire from a distance, but through the show and in private, I realized that there's more than what's on the surface that people see, that's where and why I fell in love with your mother. How I fell in love with her was more complicated than how it was shown on screen."

"Oh yeah honey," I say suddenly, "I just remembered that we need to buy some groceries today, why don't we take the red car out today?"

"Sure, it's been a while since I've driven it anyways." Y/N says, getting up from the floor, holding Minjeong's hand, "I'll see you ladies in half an hour, if you'd excuse me, I have a little princess to dress up." He leads Minjeong to her room, with her squealing excitedly about going out to have fun.

(Timeskip)

(Gyeoul POV)

At the supermarket, whilst Dad and Minjeong made their way to buy some snacks for her school, Mum and I went to buy some ingredients for dinner tonight as Dad was going to make soft tofu stew. 

"Mum," I ask, hugging her arm, leaning my head on her shoulder, "how did your first meeting with Dad actually go? You didn't tell me how you guys' first meeting actually ended, can you tell me now please?"

"Of course dear," Mum says, patting me on the head with her empty hand, before going on to tell me the story as we strolled down the condiments aisle. 

(to be continued...)