"I'm not your mom or dad. If you want to throw a tantrum, go to your mom."
"Are you done?"
"No, not really. I’m saying, if we’re going to do this, let’s at least act like a real couple.""Let me out. Stop the car."
"I’m not stopping. If we were going our separate ways, I wouldn’t have waited for you."
"You’re seriously the worst."
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"Yeoju, you're here~ Haven’t seen you in a while. Must be super busy at the hospital, huh?"
"I should’ve called more. Things have been crazy lately, I’m sorry I haven’t visited.""I brought this for you. Just a little something to help you stay healthy."
"You didn’t have to... Come eat. I made all your favorites."
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"So, it’s time you two started living together, don’t you think?"
At first, I thought I misheard. Living together?
Then she handed me a slip of paper with an address written on it. His dad didn’t say a word. That’s when I knew—this was serious.
"I already talked to Yeoju’s mom. You can pack today and move in tomorrow."
"Mom, how could you do this without even asking me?""What’s the big deal? You’ll be living together once you're married anyway. Might as well start now. Move in tomorrow."
"Haha... Ma’am, can I talk to Seokjin for a second?"—
"Hey, living together? Seriously?"
"You and me? How—why—this isn’t right. Come on."