*PARK HEI RAN

they call her famine, the yongui jojak fabricator

[vgxheiran]

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&&. @vgxheiran.

certain topics should never be discussed on an empty stomach, so harin brings it upon herself to invite heiran out for lunch, wishing to spoil the other girl with delicious food and dare she say her own marvelous company. she’s never had anyone complain about it, not yet at least, which certainly boosts her ego from time to time. 

she knows that she’s a splendid companion, she walks and talks like a woman who has never felt the cruelness of rejection on her own smooth skin. rejection for harin only exists in theory, it’s imagined, never truly real. 

but today, today ought to be a special day. they have yet to speak of money and investments, but harin can already feel her palms itching with excitement and if she were superstitious, she’d see this as a sign from above. but thank god that she’s not. she’s practical, self-reliant, loyal only to herself. 

she arrives earlier than expected, clutching tightly to her white fur coat, looking as if she’s just walked out of a winter fairy tale. with harin, life is all about appearance and good impressions, whether they’re first or last.  

the already familiar staff greets her at the entrance, promptly guiding her to the reserved table. it’s in a more secluded area, hidden away from curious eyes and ears and with a view of almost the whole city. it’s good to be so close to the clouds, above the rest, high up in gilded towers. 

‘ heiran, ’ she coos, greeting the woman with a pearly smile. ‘ before we start with all the pleasantries, let’s think of something to order to first. how about chocolate strawberries? i live with the belief that it’s best to start a conversation with something sweet near your lips. ’  

heiran rarely enjoyed taking a break from her job - preferring the momentum of workaholism. however, today she had decided to make an exception. it had taken persuasion to coax heiran from the four walls of her office abode. 

rarely did she allow herself to mix pleasant company with her work, especially in a public space. the lack of control tended to be the problem. and sometimes there would be too many curious eyes and nosy ears. so she had already made sure to prepare her brief to the most simple of propositions. excessive details would be spared lest it cost her. 

dressed in usual fashion, her white pantsuit had been perfectly ironed to perfection, paired with nude heels and hair tied in a slick low pony tail - heiran looked the epitome of business. she appeared on the dot. punctuality was key and she expected the same respect from anyone who decided to do business. 

“harin,” heiran murmurs, a stifled smile curving on her stoic features. she was not accustomed to being overtly warmth or even sweet. the woman before her was a foreign entity. but none of it mattered so long as she her time was paid for. and so, she would play along. 

“please, order whatever you think appeals. money is not a problem,” she folds her hands under her chin, glancing at the menu. “a bottle of your best burgundy, chilled.” 

it wasn’t unlike heiran to order alcohol for all her meetings. 

[vgxheiran]

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It’s three in the afternoon- too late for lunch and too late for dinner. His visit had been timed ambiguously on purpose: Joonhyuk doesn’t plan on staying for too long. He supposes a cup of tea would be offered at most at this hour, or a glass of wine if Heiran is in a good mood. 

He breezes through the hallway, only stopping briefly to knock before entering. He’s sure that she heard his footsteps from afar, but nothing is more distressing than waiting for a door to open. 

He doesn’t greet her when he enters, instead he places a wooden basket wrapped in pea-green silk on the tea table. Taking a seat on one of the low leather armchairs, Joonhyuk waits for her to join him, unblinking. He then breaks into his media-friendly smile when she opens her mouth, beating her to it. “It’s 화과자 ( wagashi ). They go well with tea,” he pauses, watching her reaction. “…and white wine.”  

Both of them know the gift isn’t given out of affection. Heiran had done him a favour by stopping his wife from making an overpriced purchase. With the role of a loving and gentle soldier husband he had to play, Joonhyuk has never spoke to Jinhee about her impulsive shopping sprees. It was through Heiran how he managed to have such a direct but indirect hold over his wife’s spendings. 

…For a hefty amount of money and the small occasional gifts that are hard to acquire. 

No matter how you look at it, it’s just glamourised baby-sitting. Had Joonhyuk hired someone else to work as his wife’s financial planner… Joonhyuk’s lips twitch at the thought. 

“Has she tried to buy anything else recently?”

her schedule had been neatly booked for the whole day, managed and maintained by a secretary who fully devoted themselves to the job as heiran expected. dark eyes flickered to the ticking clock sitting on her mahogany desk. it was nearly three and she predicted that he’d arrive on the dot. her legs were casually crossed as she sat on her edge of the table, flipping through files with her thumb and index fingers before tossing the papers aside at the sound of her office door opening.

she had stood up now. subtly, she nodded, gesturing him into her space - few, if any words exchanged. there was a shared mutual understanding from both parties where audible words weren’t needed. though as she was prepared to begin her speaking, he had quickly slid in - smooth and suave. “thank you,” she paused, lifting her chin to meet his gaze, tilting her head before deciding to return the comment with a similar sentiment. “how thoughtful, I appreciate the gift.” she was grateful, though she always remained reticent in her manners, only the slightest of ghost smiles pressing up on her visage. 

she wasn’t a fool and knew what he had given her entailed - the present had came with an expectation for her to maintain their agreement. one which she was gladly content to adhere to as long as the dollar signs were continuously delivered into her bank account. while joonhyuk may have seen his wife as a nuisance, heiran found her easily prey to her suggestions. there was something sweet and untainted in her that clearly exhibited all the reasons why joonhyuk had chosen to marry something likewise to a tool. but her lips were locked shut, she did as she was told and nothing more. 

as a woman of business, heiran saw the same ambitious qualities in herself built in him - they were nearly mirrors of each other. no wonder they had gotten along swimmingly since the beginning. appropriate boundaries were drawn and agreements were effortlessly made, both received their end of the bargain and nobody went home crying. 

ah, there it was, the thing he came looking for. she turned on her heels, unlocking one of the drawers before pulling up his wife’s exclusive documents. she rarely wrote details onto a computer lest unwanted details were leaked to the public. she placed the file in front of him. “before you take a look at it, I suggest you drink some wine. I hope you enjoy château d'yquem.” she had made sure her office was accommodated with it’s own wine collection for all sorts of occasions. she retrieved the drink from the corner of her office, returning with two glasses, rejoining him once again - pouring the gold liquid into the glasses. 

she was poised, legs crossed once more as the wine was gripped in fingers, untouched for now. and then she spoke again, “her latest demands include a luxury yacht, a couture dress imported from the parisienne fashion houses for a charity event and jewelry set priced at one million won. the latter was meant to be worn to impress you - or so she believes.” 

while heiran remains placid, her tone shifts to amusement wondering if his wife was so daft to think her husband would be pleased by such nonsensical purchases. “she has mentioned that she would feel delighted by your appraisal in her newest wardrobe selection; which I have managed to control and secure under the budget you’ve provided- you’re welcome.” heiran remarks, nonchalant in tone. she pauses, taking her first sip of liquid before recollecting herself once more. 

“what would you like me to do for you today?” she was prepared to satiate his wife’s expensive taste and meet the husbands limits. 

[vgxheiran]

late to the party but still made it! hello everyone, I’m ori who lives in the gmt-8 region, she/her pronouns. I’m so excited to be here and to be writing my darling boss woman - park younghee otherwise known as park heiran ! she plays the cannon role of famine and is a 29 year old yongui fabricator. much of her past is buried with angst & pain, beware of some trigger warnings when reading her bio. feel free to like this post and I’ll slide into your ims !  and for those interested, I have a discord available for smoother chatting ! 

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