Encounter | MYG & KTH

Kim Eun-Ha

Kim Eun-Ha pushed the open the café's door, taking off her sunglasses as she scanned the room for the person she was looking for. Her originally dark eyes were covered by grey green contacts today. Her honey blonde hair was styled in loose waves that fell effortlessly over her shoulders. The popstar had an oval face with soft features that could fool anyone to her side. She had a certain charm about how she carried herself, even if she was dressed in a loose -fitting shirt tucked into her black ripped jeans which she paired with red pumps for a kick of color. Kim Eun-Ha exuded confidence.

Her eyes landed on Min Yoongi seated in the back of the café, leaning back on his cushiony chair as he sipped his iced coffee. Min Yoongi was looking out the glass paneled walls of the café as the golden light of the sunset casted down on him through the transparent barrier. He looked like a painting, dressed cleanly in a dark fitted ankle cut pants and a white flowy collarless button down which showed off some of his tanned chest – thanks to the Barbadian sun.

They acknowledged each other at award shows often but only officially met just two days ago. She didn't have much of an impression but judging from the nature of his scandal, he was no saint. And considering their current circumstances, she only hoped he wouldn't falling for her unlike every man she ever met. Eun-Ha had been told by many that her good looks were a blessing. And she agreed in some cases. But mostly it felt like a curse.

Eun-Ha glanced down at the phone in her hand, opened to a text from her manager which read: We planted some paparazzi, so be convincing. The singer wanted to roll her eyes, finding this whole mess of a plan a drag.  She would rather be back in Italy where she had been hiding out in her in her secret mansion until the public decided they liked her again. Until they decided to forgive her for bringing her boyfriend over to her private Seoul apartment. This was her curse, the curse of being Kpop's sexless sex symbol.

Eun-Ha slid her phone in her back pocket and took in a breath before materializing a glamorous smile on her plump lips, heading to the back of the secluded cafe.

"Oppa! Sorry I'm late," Eun-Ha greeted her 'boyfriend,' in a high cheery tone, articulating her syllables as she put down her clutch on the table.

Yoongi turned to her, his face expressionless for a millisecond before recognition hit him. He put down his drink and offered her an airy smile. "Don't be." He gave a brief answer.

Kim Eun-Ha stared at him, pouting as she waited for him.

Yoongi raised a brow.

Eun-Ha crossed her arms, pouting even more as she tapped her cheek in a swift motion.

Yoongi finally caught on and stood up, stepping close to Eun-Ha. "You look good today," he told her as he placed a hand on the side of her face and kissed her cheek lightly.

Eun-Ha saw a flash go off in the corner of her eye. She grinned, pulling away and sat down on the cushiony chair across from Yoongi's. Placing her clutch on the table, she looked up at the rapper with a warm smile. "I doubt they can hear us." She said but her words didn't match her expressions.

Yoongi chuckled dryly, sitting back down. "That's a relief."

"Are you bad at acting or just bad with dates?," Eun-Ha asked, leaning forward as if giving him her undivided action.

The corners of his lips twitched as Yoongi attempted to maintain his smile. "Are you making fun of me?"

Eun-Ha brought her hand to her mouth and laughed bashfully as if he complimented her again. Another flash. "Just don't mess this one up." She replied looking down as she tucked her hair behind her ear shyly.

Yoongi dropped his smile and picked up his drink. "I think you're overdoing it actually," he told her flatly as he leaned back. "It's more suspicious if you over-act like that."