She smiled and shrugged her
shoulder as if the latter
didn’t speak the truth when
in actuality, she had.
”You’re the best.
What would I do
without you? Hm?
How much is it?
I can give you the
money now.”
“Ani, ani.”
In denial, or more life,
a state in which she
refuses to accept such
a compliment, Jaekyung
offers a tender grin.
“It was about… 531,800
won if I’m not wrong
But don’t worry about
the money. It’s fine,
you could pay me
later or something.”
