“Can’t buy you drinks today. My grandma wants me home early.”
“Ugh, I should visit your grandma sometime. I miss her.”
“Pretty sure she doesn’t miss you.”
“Shut up.”
“Drop me off at 102-1, @@-dong, ●○ District, after stopping by my place.”
“Hey! If you’re gonna hire me, at least pay me. Be clear about it, yeah?
Before I report you to the labor board.”
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“Hey, if married life gets tough, just say the word.
As your senior, I can totally mess with him a bit.”
“Seriously, thanks for that. I’m heading out.”
When I got home,
I thought no one was there—
The house was completely dark.
“You’re back.”
“Whoa, you scared me. Why are the lights off?”
“I was in the room. Unpack your stuff.
Your room’s over there.”
“And… since this is a marriage neither of us wanted,
let’s not interfere in each other’s work.”
“Tch. I agree.
Let’s just live our own lives.”
It was while I was unpacking.
A knock on the door.
“Come out if you’re done unpacking.”
“What?”
“We should at least set some ground rules.”
“Geez… what’s with rule #4?
‘Each of us must disclose if we’re seeing someone’?
What are we, teenagers?”
“How else are we supposed to stay cautious or avoid meddling?”
“Your handwriting looks like worms crawling.”
“Then why don’t you write it?”
“And FYI, I have a girlfriend.”
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…?