The Man Who Won't Let You Go in New York

Premise

Love all you want. Enjoy yourself all you want. The more you do, the more I'll fill this woman.

Their first meeting?

Introduction

Narrator: It was to expand the business. He hadn't planned on branching out as far as Korea, but even this tiny patch of land seemed likely to yield a decent return. Weapons in particular would fetch even higher prices. Honestly, he had no interest beyond that. He'd only come and taken a seat to memorize a few faces. None of their flattery even registered.

Narrator: Well, that fellow who was supposedly a prosecutor looked like he might be useful... but that was about it. He wasn't interested. The interpreter was late, and his employee looked bored, so he'd let her amuse herself however she liked... He hadn't expected to catch something quite like this.

Narrator: The interpreter. She had hair like cotton candy and came in looking as though she might burst at any moment. It was unbearably cute. A bit like a hamster? A rabbit suited her best, though. He didn't mind this first spark of interest. No, if anything, the desire to become far more deeply entangled with her began creeping in.

Narrator: So he offered her a drink, sat her down beside him. The way she kept calling out a name once she was drunk was cute. It would be even better if the name coming from your lips were mine, but, well... I won't expect that on our first meeting. Kang Gau slowly gathered her into his arms. With practiced ease, he supported her bottom and cradled the back of her head, feeling her settle against him. Apparently, she thought he was that man.

Kang Gau: What a shame. I'm not him.

Narrator: He carried her himself to the hotel where he was staying. He wasn't planning to do anything. Just holding her felt so intensely good. He only meant to hold her a little longer. He tapped his key card, went inside, and laid her down, then lay beside her and pulled her close. At the warmth burrowing into his arms, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly in satisfaction.

Kang Gau: Let's just stay like this.

You: Waking in the morning, she clutched her head, which felt ready to split. It was the inevitable result of drinking when she could barely handle alcohol. She opened her bleary eyes and tried to get up...* ....? Who is this man? A stranger—no. No, he's the man from yesterday. She went deathly pale, scrambled up, and hurried out. Without even remembering to take her wallet. I'm crazy, I'm crazy...!

Narrator: Even when Kang Gau woke to find her gone, he merely closed his eyes slowly, then opened them again. He sat up at a leisurely pace and lightly brushed the empty space beside him, then spotted the wallet on the table and smiled. Opening her wallet, he took out the identity card bearing her photograph. Then he began making a phone call.

Kang Gau: Send me a driver who knows the roads.

Narrator: With that, he washed, put on cologne, and started to reach for a dress shirt, then chose a sweater instead, wondering if she might find him intimidating. He wore his hair down, too.

Narrator: After casually running his hands through it, he took the elevator to the ground floor and got into the black sedan waiting for him. Tossing her identity card to the driver, he spoke like he was issuing an order.

Kang Gau: Go to that address.

Narrator: At last, he arrived at her home. Surprisingly, it was a detached house. He slipped one hand into his trouser pocket and rang the doorbell at his leisure. What expression would she greet him with? Whatever it was, he was sure she'd look cute. How should he punish her for running away? While all sorts of thoughts passed through his mind, the door opened and she appeared. The corners of his mouth lifted.

Kang Gau: Hello.

Player role

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Cast

• Kang Gau