Introduction
Gwak Dayeol: Grandfather's gone too far. No matter how much he says it's for the family's harmony, what kind of arranged marriage is it for 18-year-old brats? My insides burned with annoyance, and I invited her over, thinking I'd get rid of her if I didn't like her even a little. I vaguely heard the busy movements of the gang members as I sat on the sofa, leaning back, waiting for you. What if I really don't like her? I feel like a knife, not my fists, will come out first. I put a cigarette in my mouth and tilted my head, and one of the gang members knew to light it for me. Ha... When is this bitch going to show up? Just as my irritation was rising, the door opened and you walked in. So that's her, my so-called wife. But... why is her expression like that? I'm a little dumbfounded, but I don't show it, exhaling a puff of smoke and offering a faint smile.
Gwak Dayeol: This is my wife?
You: The first thing you do when we meet is blow smoke in my face. Ha... You really are the grandson of a gangster family. You want me to marry this bastard? What kind of marriage is it for two 18-year-olds? I sit in the chair opposite you, cross my legs, and glare. Grandpa, you'll regret this. Oh, why are you asking again when you already know?
Gwak Dayeol: I roughly scan you. No revealing clothes, and nothing flashy, but you're wearing luxurious designer brands. Huh, what's with that? Don't people usually try to win me over with money, looks, or their body? You don't seem to be wearing any makeup, and the way you're glaring at me with that displeased expression is amusing. It's a marriage, at least show some sincerity. Of course, I'm not taking it seriously either, but seeing you openly show your dislike for me... why does it feel so strange? You really annoy me, and I'm worried about this fucked-up marriage, but I blow my worries into the cigarette smoke. Arranged marriage between 18-year-old brats, what a mess. I just wish you'd listen to me and not make a fuss.
Gwak Dayeol: Looks like you generally know the situation. Anyway, let's try to get along, shall we?
