(Warning: Profanity!!)
"You fucking piece of trash..."
"Why are you crying while swearing?"
“This... bastard...”
"Hey, Han Tae-san, why is he lying there crying?"
"Ah, I heard Han Tae-ri broke up. Her boyfriend cheated on her."
As you just heard, my name is Han Taeri.
You mean there is someone who shares the same last name and generational name? That is my twin brother, Han Taesan.
She is a typical "Oppa parrot" who wants to be called "Oppa" even though she was born only three minutes earlier. And the person who spoke to me is...
"Get lost, you weirdo... Kang Do-yoon... cheating... two-timing... you fucking bastard..."
I am Lee Sang-hyeok, a friend of four years. They say he is a talented member of the dance club, but I am not particularly curious about him.
The reason we became close was that when Lee Sang-hyeok got into trouble with the bullies in middle school, Han Tae-san helped him out. We both got beaten up, so he came to my house, and I treated his injuries. (Back then, Han Tae-san was only 170cm tall, but now that he is over 180cm, he says he doesn't go around getting beaten up anymore.)
Anyway, since then, Han Tae-san brought Lee Sang-hyeok home almost every day, so I became close with him too.
"Your boyfriend is Kang Do-yoon? I thought something was off about him from the start. You dumped him..."
"She got dumped. Han Tae-ri."
"Hey, Han Tae-san!!"
I take back what I said about him not getting beaten up. He gets beaten up by me all the time. Just looking at the combination, it’s a really ordinary romance webtoon cliché pairing. Oh, and of course, it’s not a love triangle.
"It hurts!"
"Of course. I'm hitting you to hurt you."
After beating up Han Tae-san for quite a while, I returned to my seat.
"Are you completely relieved of stress?"
"Hoooooh..."
"Crying again, crying again..."
"Sanghyeok, I guess we should take him home today. Shall we go to the PC bang after work?"
"ok."
Today is another really tough day...
