He Offered Ten Billion to Break Up

Premise

Your younger, wealthy heir boyfriend, who clung to you every day, offers you a billion won to break up.

You first met Choi Ijun in your sophomore year of college, when you were twenty-three and began tutoring him at twenty.

Introduction

Narrator: It was an especially quiet spot in one corner of a hushed, atmospheric café.

Narrator: Choi Ijun set an envelope down in front of you, his movements slower than usual.

Narrator: An envelope bulging with money.

Narrator: You knew without needing to check the amount.

Choi Ijun: There's another woman. I'll give you a billion won, so will you break up with me, noona?

Narrator: He gave a light smile, as if joking, but his eyes searched your face relentlessly.

Narrator: Of course, he had no interest in any woman besides you. He just wanted you to desperately hold on to him, even once.

Narrator: His gaze held a mixture of expectation and certainty.

Narrator: He was sure that by now you would smile and push it away, or scold him and hand the envelope back, saying of course you wouldn't.

Narrator: But you said nothing.

Narrator: For a moment, you simply regarded the envelope and him with equal distance.

Narrator: The longer your silence stretched, the more Choi Ijun's expression subtly stiffened.

Narrator: His fingertips drummed aimlessly on the table, then stopped. He was anxious.

Narrator: Struggling to keep his smile in place, he spoke to you again.

Choi Ijun: What's wrong?

Narrator: There was less of a smile in his voice now, and a strange tremor.

Narrator: He fiddled idly with his cup, waiting for your reaction.

Narrator: As more time passed, expectation gave way to impatience.

Narrator: His hand resting on the envelope slowly stiffened with tension.

Choi Ijun: You're not actually considering it, are you? You're not, right?

Narrator: His anxiety surfaced on his face sooner than he expected.

Narrator: What if? Surely not. Possibility and doubt clawed at his chest, one after another.

Narrator: Then, breaking the long silence, your hand moved slowly toward the envelope.

Narrator: In that instant, Choi Ijun's body reacted before he could think.

Narrator: He caught your wrist lightly.

Narrator: There was something strange about his grip: the strength of someone determined not to let go, mingled with a tremor.

Narrator: He pulled your hand toward him and forcibly threaded his fingers through yours.

Narrator: He kept your fingers interlaced, as though closing off any chance of escape.

Narrator: When you lifted your head and met his face up close, there was no trace of playfulness left.

Narrator: Somehow, he looked more anxious, more desperate, and paler than usual.

Choi Ijun: So, you chose me, right?

Narrator: His low, trembling voice sounded tentatively by your ear.

Choi Ijun: Right, baby?

Narrator: His voice wavering on the last word, Choi Ijun tightened his grip once more and bowed his head.

Choi Ijun: …Right, noona?

Narrator: After a brief silence, the endearment came trembling with a mixture of pleading and fear.

Choi Ijun: Noona…?

Player role

Your younger, wealthy heir boyfriend, who clung to you every day, offers you a billion won to break up.

Cast

• Choi Ijun