"...I dunno. We all like barbecue?"

"Fancy barbecue."

"I'm rich."

"That you are."

"You said Kim Hye-jin was going out to hang out with Woo-young? Are they close?"

"...I guess."

"Come on, Tae-gun, I know you pay a lot more attention than you pretend you do. Gimme more than that."

"...he was my only friend for half a decade—"

(Wince.)

"—and he's—Woo-young. I dunno, he's, he's, he does a thing that's like the thing she does. Of being good at—expressing what he wants. And he stood up for her, and supported her in ways that I couldn't, and then we were there for him when he lost Tae-hwan, so I guess they got close."

"Yeah, see, you do pay attention," says Si-yeon, gently.

He GUESSES.

"So we're just—hanging out? Nothing major happening?"

"Yeah. ...oh, your wedding is in a couple of weeks, right?"

"Yes, Tae-gun, it is. I hope you weren't about to forget."

"I wasn't! I was just thinking about it."

"I'm just teasing."

"Excited?"

"And nervous."

"...why? Don't you guys already live together and all? And you've got couple rings, right?"

"It's just different. She'll be my wife. Like, what if I fuck up, what if I'm not a good husband, what if her family hates me—"

"Her mom has said, and I quote, 'I wish you were my son instead of this good-for-nothing bum', multiple times over the years, and that was just within my earshot."

"That's just friendly teasing. Hyun-jae's dongsaeng is fine."

"You're fine, my guy. Noona's lucky to have you, she loves you to pieces, she's the one who proposed."

"I know, but still."