Problems

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She leaned against the glass and metal podium; her leg hitting the cold metal leg of the podium — her mind hoping that the latter would've forgiven her for the fight or was willing to hear out and, or atleast apologise for jumping to accusations with no base to support her claims — her nails tapping on the glass as she awaited for the nervous reporter to ask them a question. She slightly turned her gaze toward her fiancée, she had a dimpled smile as her hand crept towards hers. She knew it was due to nerves, but it gave her a warm and jittery feeling on the inside. She couldn't held but shiver as the latters fingers gently brushed over her hand.

She started to get lost in the moment, it had been a while since she felt her hand on hers — even though at all times, it was an act to fool their family and the public, she couldn't help but get a glimmer of hope within her — there still was a chance for this whole arrangement to turn around, there was more than enough time before the ceremony.

The reporter cleared his throat, snapping her out of her trance. His gaze shifted between them, it couldn't help but add to their nervousness. Finally, his gaze rested on Yu-jin. He once again cleared him throat, fiddling around with his papers, he started;

"Ms. Ahn" Once again, the nervous man shifted his papers around; beads of sweat forming on his forehead. 

Yu-jin nodded in response, not wanting to add anymore pressure onto the poor lad. Her hand intertwined with hers; she snapped her head to see whether her senses were fooling her, whether her nerves were driving her insane — but no, her senses didn't fail her, her nerves didn't drive her insane to the point she was feeling the latters hand intertwine with hers — it was a cold slap in the face, it was reality. It wasn't a fantasy her mind had created due to how long, tiresome and mind-numbing the conference was. Her cheeks flushed an awful pink as they heated up, quickly glancing away.

"Uh...What

No.. Uuh

Describe your ideal type!" 

The reporter requested, recovering from his previous blunders. She thought it was an odd question to ask, especially given the circumstances of the conference; it was one to discuss their relationship, or was she wrong? She turned her head to look at Yu-jin, there was a distinguishable expression of hesitation written on her face. She heard the former clear her throat, getting prepared to answer the question.

"Well... Uhm... Uuh... Someone around my age; preferably younger, around my height. Long black hair..." She shifted in her podium, quickly glancing at her before looking at the reporter. 

To her, the description seemed familiar -— but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Well.... Alluring dark-brown eyes.." She nodded, not knowing how to continue the rest of her description.

 She looked at the former and shot her a synthetic smile, moving her hand on top of hers. She noticed the olders cheeks turn a slight red, but she brushed it off as the latter hadn't gotten over her timidity.

She shot her head back at the reporter as he cleared his throat. 

"That description sounds a lot like Ms. Jang."

 He pointed out. She found herself finally realising why the description seemed familiar. She let out a soft chuckle as the realisation hit. As if they were synchronised, the latter did the same. She felt her cheeks heat up, but deciding to ignore it. The voice in her mind told her to ask her about it later; she decided to do that after this hellish conference, interview or whatever they called it ended.

The latters hand slipped away from her, she felt a bit sad on the matter but didn't want to seem clingy or pushy — after all, it was an act and she was going to play into it. She heard the reporter clear his throat once again, his gaze shifted onto hers. She stared into his brown eyes, waiting for him to say something. But she felt a hand creep up around her waist, she let out a soft and quiet gasp as butterflies formed in her stomach  — looking around and noticing the latters arm around her.

"Well, Ms. Jang, why don't you answer the same question?"

She chuckled, regaining her composure. She was slightly appalled from the fact she was asked the same question. She cleared her throat, looking away from the reporter.

"Well" She started, looking back at him.

"Around my height, has dimples.... and uuh, yeah" She nodded. The reporter looked satisfied with the answer. She was still taken aback by the 'What's your type?' question, but she decided to shrug it off as they both had answered it.

The rest of the of the interview went normally; they were asked questions of what they planned for the future, what they wanted to achieve and other questions along those lines. They stepped out into the cold night breeze, hitting their cheeks like a cold ice pick. She slightly shivered as her gaze fixated on the Roll-Royce that had come to pick them up. Her driver stood infront of the one she had to enter.

Her fiancée, who still had her hand around her waist, finally let go. She was about to question her about the description, the hand and waist holding. Before she could let out a word, she was met with a cold gaze, before she walked off. She stood their stunned, almost in a paralysed state. The realisation of it all being an act with nothing more to it hit her like a bullet. 

She sighed, before walking and entering into the backseat of the car. She almost immediately slumped down into the velvet seats. They were slightly cold to the touch, but just enough for it to be pleasant.

Her once high hopes of the fight being over after the conference were crushed. Yu-jin seemed to have no interest in letting the matters go. Even hearing out her explanation seemed to be burden to her and she didn't desire that — even if they were mad, she still wanted to remain on her goodside; that's if, she even had one.

She looked out the window, watching as trees and buildings whizzed passed her like a bug; people biking and walking on the roads. She could sense her drivers gaze randomly fixing on her.

"Ms. Jang, she will forgive you in no time, there is no need to get hung up on this!" Her driver tried to comfort her in a soft and quiet manner. She smiled at his efforts;

"I hope so. Thank you, sir!"

 She bowed her head before looking back out of the window. Her driver had been the same as she was twelve, the man practically watched her grow up. Each time she was even slightly upset, he would offer her guidance, advice and reassurance and most of the time, they came to life. Even if it were slightly, but they still did. She decided to trust him on this, and hope that Yu-jin will be over this whole dilemma. Soon.