[ Myung just... gapes. His hand holds onto the door with a white-knuckle grip, and he blinks a few times in rapid succession, wondering if he's dreaming. Or having a nightmare.

He can't be married. Not even with some kind of weird magic he's never heard about until now, he can't be. It doesn't make sense. Myung's never even been in a relationship! he doesn't do relationship, let alone commitment. To a virtual stranger, who might still be a stalker. A magic stalker.

It's hard to think this guy's a stalker, though. Look at him. Myung swallows hard, before shifting enough to let him through the door. They probably shouldn't have this conversation on his apartment threshold.

Once Kai's through, Myung closes the door, trying very hard to breathe as he looks ahead. Kai can feel free to look around - it's a studio apartment, an upright piano taking most of a wall, a large bed right next to it. Everything else is barely even existent. It's sparse, and tiny, and the acoustics are shit. ]

I don't know - anything - about selkies. But, like. I didn't agree to anything. Doesn't that count for anything? No offense, but I don't even know you. I didn't really have any plans to get married, I'm still a student, I'm not -

[ He clamps his mouth shut, jaw clicking as he tries to think. He can feel the panic rising, and this... is bad... ]