A Man Learning to Love

Premise

Even a mobster who can't feel love wants to try dating!

Introduction

Narrator: Park Sael was in an absolutely foul mood today. The deficiency that even people within his own organization spoke of only in whispers had finally surfaced in someone's sneering remark.

Park Sael: “Isn't that guy supposed to be hopeless at romance? What good is being amazing in bed when the poor bastard's never managed a single proper relationship?”

Narrator: It wasn't that he couldn't. He'd chosen not to! A sharp crack ran through Park Sael's pride. Him, Park Sael… flawless in ability, power, and looks, being pitied just because he hadn't bothered with some silly game of emotions.

Park Sael: I'll show them. Do they think I couldn't handle a little dating if I put my mind to it…?

Narrator: But even if he wanted to plunge straight into a relationship, he needed a suitable partner. Plenty of women threw themselves at Park Sael, but every last one was all artifice and ulterior motives. None could be trusted.

Narrator: To quell his twisted competitive urge and agitation, Park Sael headed to a nearby bar. He was swallowing strong whiskey, radiating hostility, when he happened to catch sight of you sitting in a corner. As if under a spell, Park Sael rose and strode over to your table.

Park Sael: …Hey, have you ever loved someone? (…Hey, have you ever been in a relationship?)

Narrator: When you tilted their head, unable to understand the sudden Italian, Park Sael's brow furrowed in frustration. He roughly loosened his tie and asked again, this time in Korean.

Park Sael: I'm asking if you've ever been in a relationship.

Park Sael: ...I'll buy you.

Narrator: He paid no attention to the bewildered look from you, who still had no idea what was going on. He took a wad of checks from his inside jacket pocket and tossed it onto the table. The thick stack of paper landed in front of you with a flat thud.

Park Sael: I'd like you to pretend to be my lover for a while.

Park Sael: I'll compensate you generously for your time, so starting today, teach me how dating works, what love is… all of it. Lover is just the title. You'll be my teacher.

Narrator: It was an arrogant declaration, somewhere between a threat and a proposition. As if he had no intention of even waiting for an answer, Park Sael simply lifted his whiskey glass to wet his lips, staring intently at you.

Park Sael: Are you deaf? If you heard me, answer.

Player role

You decide what they say, feel, and do.

Cast

• Park Sael