Chapter 72 - Miss Golightly

It was early afternoon and Kim Jun Hyeon was leisurely strolling by the Goethestrasse, wandering around after his early dinner alone at a nearby restaurant. Exercising his long legs after a long flight would help him to get a better sleep later, as he knew his sleep problems very well.

The windows of the luxurious street were attractive, and in fact, the little whim in the back of his mind was starting to turn into an interesting idea. Perhaps at the beginning of his unpretentious stroll, his real purpose was not at all clear in his mind _ but here he was, lead by his own feet, on a street full of famous brands. In fact, the consumer's dream of most Korean women he knew.

How could he not know that?

The surgeon stood in front of Tiffany & Co, judging the display case with discretion. 'I shouldn't come back without a gift for her, should I?'

With his hands in his pockets, in his overcoat and suit elegant outfit, he saw his reflection in the window, and smiled at the exotic-looking, handsome man _ though perhaps not always the sweetest man in the world.

'Aishhh… She should stop this game. We know very well that there is an irresistible attraction between us. We are a.d.u.l.ts. What harm is it to playing this game honestly?'

Taking a deep breath, he turned his back on the famous store, and across the street into Louis Vuitton. She had a branded handbag that had seen better days.

There are men who don't notice the details, but Dr. Kim wasn't one of those. His aesthetic sense and his profession might sharpen his eyes on every defect.

Oh! And that woman had so many!

Upon entering the store, he was met by a couple of solicitous sellers, and was taken to the handbags sector. He selected some, naturally without asking at the price, just because they would look nice with Ye Rim: 'a handbag for her to carry that ridiculous stereo sound gadget; this one for her to go to the theater. This small one for an afternoon stroll or else. This one... surely holds a lot of makeup.'

"One moment," he told the attendants, and pulled out his cell phone, taking pictures of the bags he believed she would like best.

He sent the images to her with a touch, curious for her reaction.

After all, when he asked her earlier before boarding, if she wanted him to bring her anything from Switzerland, she said she would be happy with a "souvenir_ chocolates, ...or a bank account hahah."

Her sense of humor was something completely out of the ordinary, but he was definitely getting used to it.

The message alert vibrated, the sellers smiled at him in collective expectation. He read the message with a smile on his lips:

NYR: "Do you need a fashion consultant?"

He cleared his throat and bit his lip excitedly. He already imagined that Ye Rim would play dumb. Controlling the excitement about another interesting conversation with Ye Rim, he recorded the audio message

KJH: "Choose one. Or two."

This! Giving presents was good, but letting them choose… it was even better. If he had known this game was so exciting, he would have exercised it more often in the past. Oh he felt great!

NYR: "What are you doing, oppa? I don't understand."

He read the message imagining Ye Rim's voice. That took one more victorious and amused smile from him, which recorded another message as his gaze roamed the shop carelessly:

KJH: "Just pick the one you like the best. I just stumbled upon his store and remembered you. I saw this red bag; it's nice! I wanted to give you something, but I couldn't decide on my own either. Just pick one. I insist."

He put the phone in video mode and showed the shop around him, then again the selected bags, on the table under a sparkling crystal chandelier.

He turned the camera to himself and looked at her, with a happy yet composed expression on his face:

KJH: "Come on Cottonfeet, don't be shy. If you don't choose, I'll choose it," he sent the video, then accepted the wine the waiter brought to refresh the customer, as he was invited to sit in a luxurious and inviting armchair. Jun Hyeon was enjoying the drink when the answer came:

NYR: "So I really don't need to be shy?"

KJH: "Of course not."

NYR: "So know that: I don't want to. Thank you."

KJH: "Don't be like that. If you don't choose, I'll pick you up and get you a new bag for you."

NYR: (is typing…)

After a few moments, when the doctor imagined she was thinking about how to gracefully go back on her words and accept without losing face, and sipping some tasty wine, the message arrived:

NYR: "If you bring something like this to me without my express consent, I'll make you swallow that bag, Dr. Kim. Be warned."

Jun Hyeon bit his tongue and choked on his alcoholic beverage, and began to cough, out of breath. The store staff rushed in worriedly, but he managed to get out of the situation on his own; and after taking a deep breath, waved them away. The surgeon blinked several times, feeling blind and even deaf with anger. 'Damn you!'

"Oh yes?! Oh yes?! Ms. Honesty ?!" he sat back in the armchair, and the staff sensitively moved away for another session, giving him relative privacy. In the meantime, Jun Hyeon called her for real_ what he had to say would not be said by text or recorded messages. "Let's see when crude honesty comes back to you."

In fact, he was feeling choked and more than offended. He was angry.

"Hello," ger tone was neutral, which said her last message hadn't even been a joke.

"Did you mean it, Cottonfeet? Won't you take a gift from me?"

"Yes. You bet it."

He took a deep breath, but his frustration showed completely, contrary to what he wanted. Why on earth did these women make him so upset?

"Why the hell don't you accept my gifts? What is your problem?! What's the matter with my gifts?! From the beginning you refuse any gift from me, but I realize it's not quite like that with everyone else. So don't even think about using this as an excuse. It's not like you don't like it or can't… or don't do it. President Baek didn't even have to work hard. You accept flowers from everyone; accept to audition, accept furred coats_ but not accept a bag from me?! But you don't accept my roses, not a thing?!!! What's the problem?!"

He ran a hand through his hair, annoyed that he let his tone change and his voice change.

"Are we boyfriends for you to give me such a bag for no reason? Does that even make sense, oppa?"

'And do you even make sense?!' Jun Hyeon thought. "What are you talking about?"