Sing me to sleep

Diversion

To be dressed in the disreputable state that I was in twenty minutes earlier, I would never step out into the streets of Seoul in - let alone with him. I clothe and make myself appear somewhat presentable in the bathroom where Chen, seated outside, most courteously anticipates for this painted wood to open and myself to egress. Glaring at the polished mirror, I become revolted with what appears to glare back; short and round, the use of my cosmetics won't assemble a splendour face nor will my trend-setting two piece construct a figure of utmost beauty - or the standards of the man that awaits beyond this door. 
Gulping a large breath of air, sharp nerves of apprehension pour into my system like a toxic river, I compose myself before I occupy my entire day with Chen. My trembling hands fumble at the door handle until it finally sets loose. Fingers fixed and eyes engrossed onto his apple device ,he walks towards me without glancing up. 'Come on let's go'. His eyes suddenly delve into the examination from my feet onwards and manage to glare at the indulgence of my face. Gazing away, his cheeks tinge a rosy pigment - he turns away as if preparing to face me in a proper manner. 'Do we even know where' I titter. Avoiding eye contact, he leads me briskly out of the door; 'you may not but I do.'

Proving his gentleman-like etiquette, he chauffeurs me into his pastel blue Lamborghini, removing his hat, modestly doing so. Inclining my head in gratitude, I attempt to disguise my rubicund glow as he installs himself onto the drivers seat. Before initiating the engine, he ganders at me, his observant face igniting the fragile butterflies in my stomach; ' today, I want to make up for all the sorrow you've felt, I want you to let go of all your troubles.' I smile despite discerning that no one could ever erase my misfortunes forget within the span of a single day. The despondency of the harsh reality of it all almost introduces a slight unintended mocking tone.
I guess his presented concern towards my plight counts. 'Sure' I smile in desolation, staring out of the glass enabling the intricate undertone of the hotel front to eject my notions of the pondering of my melancholy.

Following the balmy journey of an estimated twenty minute drive, I find ourselves to be situated in the centre of a brimful car park of extortionate cars; ones similar to the lavish motor that I sweatily seat upon presently. As his vein-exposing arms dictate the steering wheel, the vehicle parks swiftly. As he authorises the car to hail to a halt, his profound voice appears, 'judging from the outfit that you chose to wear, I presumed you wouldn't mind visiting your very first Korean shopping mall with myself. Upon acknowledging my flushing and responding with the continuation of his speech accompanying a sly smirk, he light-heartedly pronounces, 'but as you can probably tell, this isn't any ordinary mall, but one that requires a shopper with a card high in value.' Upon the hearing of the statement, I choke in laughter in reply to his gloating attitude 'so you're trying to say I'm some poor girl that doesn't meet your standards of wealth? Well I'm sorry but not all of us are k-pop superstars that earn millions from mv's and whatnot'. My feisty behaviour evidently causes reevaluation in his ways as he shame-facedly fixes his gaze above the car mats, sniggering in relinquish 'I'm sorry Miss Yaqoob, but not all of us have got our bossy boots on today'. 'Wait what you know my surname?' I chuckle in surprise of his words. 'Well how else did I manage to get the second card to your room' His blurting of accidental words encrust rubies among his pale face. 'You're so full of surprises Chen' I convulse into mild laughter. 'Oh and for the record seen as though, you're not as dorky as I first thought you were' I playfully wham at his arms, snickering in the process. 'I wouldn't mind you calling me Jong-Dae over Chen' 'ooh I never thought I'd get this far, I'm honoured. Soon you'll be making me call you hyung but that ain't happening Kim'. 'Okay, come on let's get out now noona'. Following his cheeky remark I gently sink my fists into his hollow cheekbones before hastily leaving the vehicle. After his departure from the valued car, he escorts me towards the stately entrance as we quarrel over his insistence of expending my shopping  items.

Mesmerisingly intaking the grandeur ambience of the building itself, I outline the resemblance of Harrods. Hauling me into Chanel, Jong-Dae selects a French-inspired blouse that will supposedly 'flatter my petite figure'; following a large dispute over the extensive label and his assertion to pay, he advises for me to browse the accessories collection and I rivetingly do so. After the brief time period of approximately three minutes, Kim returns, holding a shopping bag of purchased 'men's undergarments'. 'Oh and whilst we're here, you wouldn't mind helping me choose a bouquet for my friend, Yoona?'. The concise mentioning of a female friend somehow diminishes my self-esteem in the presence of Jong-Dae and arouses a vague qualm of resentment. 'No, no way you're wasting my time' i respond in sarcasm, twinkling away. 'Great' he laughs in faint reluctance as he clenches his neck - a habit I have identified whenever I agnize slight bashfulness.

My nose aches of the prevailing vigorous fragrances as I take foot into the florist. Sprinting in relish, he jumps straight to the celebratory bouquets, which appear to be ridiculously high in expense. 'So I was thinking maybe these' he engagingly points at the posy of gold and lemon. 'Hmm,' I cross my arms imitating a thoughtful expression, 'these are perfect for a friendly gesture but if you're aiming for something a bit more romantic for her then I suggest these for Yoona.' He ardently acquires at the corsage of large roses blooming carmine with elements of magenta, droplets of crystallised dew remaining on the petals. In utter awe he successfully manages to get his broken voice across 'these are perfect, you're a genius Hana, she's going to love these' his dynamic face radiates waves of ecstasy. 'They reflect Yoona's beauty perfectly.' He whispers to himself under his breath, assuming that I could not hear as he walks to the cashier. Suddenly pangs of envy come tearing at my notions as I speculate..why? He's annoying anyway, I shouldn't be bothered. But every-time I glimpse at that pesky face, I can't help but to feel protective over his emotions - I won't abide, being able to watch him get hurt or suffer by anyone. I guess I regret consoling him earlier in such an intimate and tender way. As he strolls to the outside of the shop, where I await, he meets my eyes and speaks softly. 'I have a surprise for you' I peer at him in the state of being In a vortex of curiosity and confusion. 'I did say I wanted this day to be the best I could make for you, so follow me'. He enfolds his warm fingers into mine as he guides me through the  monumental mall ambling towards the direction of the elaborate water fountain...here? He stands silent gradually holding me tighter, his palms growing sweatier. From the opposite side, a figure emerges from the dusk; the palms of perturbation asphyxiate me as I surmise the hazed blur to be Luca-...Kai?! My lips murmur, but my voice is oppressed by stupefaction. 'Hey!' Kai exclaims in felicity. I stand still, motionless, my body not moving a muscle, as Kai's arms open, requiring an amiable embrace. My silence causes Chen's voice to amplify from his recent hush, 'I noticed how you discussed Kai and you loving him with your friends' I turn around to face Jong-Dae personally unsure how to react. After a few moments of reluctance, I recover from my inertia and allow myself to sink into Kai's sleeves and wrap my arms around his built torso as his fingers rest upon my trunk. During the embosom, I peer upwards to spot Chen observing sharply (unaware of my studying) - I identify the affliction terrorising his glistening eyes and recognise the envy stifling his countenance as he attempts to direct his sight away. Eventually pulling away, Kai remains his gander upon me, beaming in awe. 'So Hana...Chen you didn't tell me she was this cute' I look down tittering in embarrassment while he chortles in content alongside Chen's vibrantly flushing face. 'Oh Hana,' Chen recuperates from his reluctant position 'I almost forgot;' he hands me the bag imprinted with the logo of Chanel. Taken aback I realise it is the blouse from earlier. Speechless, my words stammer 'Jong-Dae, you know I cant accept this, you paid hundreds' 'You know I won't listen to what you'll insist on' he laughs unconfidently. As Kai clutches onto my wrist, Chen's voice escalates, 'I'll leave you guys to it then, I hope you have fun today - I'll be going' without meeting eyes, he bequeaths the roses into my arms without saying a word and strides into the distance. In sheer disruption, jolted in slight prostration, I cannot avert the bearing of my secured eyes from his blear silhouette. He just left so hastily.