(hi pls note this is my PERSONAL crk modern au:3)

Being in a relationship with Red Velvet was… complicated, to say the least.

Behind the tough look, he was actually a nice, incredibly caring guy with a huge love for dogs. A millionaire’s son, the child of a supermodel. Spoiled, maybe, but not rotten.

Being with someone who had that much money shouldn’t bother anyone, honestly. But sometimes it felt like he was doing too much. Or maybe it was just you. For your last birthday, he invited you on a four-day trip to Thailand. The idea of flying there with him and the supermodel Dark Enchantress herself made you laugh right in his face.

Red Velvet also didn’t seem to mind attending a public university. Strangely people there already seemed… used to him. No one bothered him for photos, money, or anything like that. If you remembered correctly, he had been going to a private university before this, but he asked his mother to transfer him.

Right. Because of course he did.

He often brought you ridiculously expensive gifts for no particular reason. Well… okay. There were reasons.

“My mom said you’d love this bag.” “You mentioned you always wanted to try this.”

Typical rich-kid excuses.

You were genuinely nervous when Red Velvet invited you to his mansion after uni today. It was your birthday, and he said he had a gift waiting at home.

Well. It couldn’t be worse than last year… right?

“It’s… my card? I have like six or seven,” your boyfriend said casually.