“Don’t complain. We were supposed to live together after we got married anyway. It just happened a little early."
"So, you don't feel anything about it?" 
"Of course, it's unfortunate, but it can't be helped." .
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Meal time is over.
No matter how many times we eat together, I feel like this awkwardness never goes away.
"Mom, I'll be leaving now. It's cold, so I don't want to see you off." "Seokjin, take Yeoju home."
"Ah, no, it's really okay! There’s a place to stop by there soon…
Well then, I'll take my leave now. See you again next time."
"Ugh... that nearly made for an awkward walk home." 
"If you're told to come, you should just come, but you're all talk." After a while, I heard a horn,
His gaze, which had been on his smartphone, turned in that direction.
"What time do you think it is? Stop being so commanding. Am I your driver?" 
"Oh, contrary to what you said, you actually came. How can I repay you my gratitude?"
"You're good with words." .
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"Senpai, I'm getting married." 
"They're making noise again. Who is it this time? An actor? An idol?" 
"No... Kim Seokjin from our hospital." 
"Ah, Kim Seokjin. Wait, that Kim Seokjin?" 
"It's true! My mother suddenly introduced him as my fiance and started talking about him without my permission..." "But why?
Marriage is supposed to be something to celebrate and be happy about...
Somehow I'm not happy at all."