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Hwa-sin wants us to date,

doesn't he?

He's setting us up, right?

Yes. It's odd though.

What's odd?

-You're both weird. -Why am I weird?

Why did Mr. Lee want to set his best friend up with me?

And why do you like me?

I think you're way out of my league.

This is so weird.

You'd be downing soju like that if you didn't have the morning news.

Yes, you're right.

I'm going to have soju.

All right. Now that you've had our drinks,

we should talk frankly and figure out who has more flaws.

We never know who's better than whom until we do the math.

-Okay, I'll go first. -What?

I have less time than you do.

My company takes up all of my time.

Why would I play this game with you? It'll only make me feel pathetic.

I can't even wear what I want to wear.

I have to wear my company's clothes even if I don't want to,

but you can wear things from whichever brand you like.

Stop it.

I don't want to do this.

And you also have a caring colleague like Hwa-sin.

I have no one to rely on at work.

There's no one above me.

It's terrible. I'm responsible for everything.

Stop it already.

Do you think you know enough about me?

Isn't this pointless?

See? I'm begging even at this moment.

I'm begging for love.

What the hell is this about?

With Hwa-sin,

you fought over 10,000 won as if there was no tomorrow.

Why can't you be like that with me?

Let's just go home.

So what's the conclusion?

I'll pay for your drinks. We're good now, right?

What's our total?

It's 58,000 won, please.

Do you think you know enough about me?

I'm begging even at this moment.

I'm begging for love.

-Did you drive her home? -Yes.

-What did she say? -About what?

She played hard to get.

I must be unattractive.

She played hard to get, knowing you tried to set us up.

When did you become interested in Na-ri?

When was it?

On the flight to Thailand, I guess.

Was she on that plane?

Yes, a total coincidence.

She was sitting in my seat

as if it was hers.

It was obvious that she had never been on a plane before.

She said she felt as if she had swallowed air and pooped a cloud.

I feel like

I just ate some air and pooped out a cloud.

She was like a kid going on a picnic.

I pretended to be sleeping with a newspaper on my face,

and she kept staring at me so intently.

Then when I was sitting alone in a nice seat on my flight back,

I remembered her bizarre remark about pooping a cloud.

When my weather forecast is wrong, please call the TV station.

Promise me.

You can complain, yell and swear.

I've always dreamed of having someone do that.

I wished that she had been sitting right next to me on that flight.

I kept thinking that.

Be good to her.

She's still playing hard to get.

It won't last long. She's not good at that.

-How do you know? -I just know.

What does she like?

What's her type?

Do you know when her last relationship was?

Don't ask those things. Just be good to her.

Also, don't come here starting tomorrow.

I'll be moving into Ppal-gang's apartment soon.

I don't want her to live alone.

I'm worried about her. She'll get herself in trouble.

I may not be as loving as my brother was,

but I should try to be there for her like a dad until she gets married.

Doesn't she live a floor below Na-ri?

LEE JUNG-SIN RESTS HERE

Jung-sin.

I'll keep your will for the time being.

I'm not sure which one of the two ladies would be a good mom to Ppal-gang.

Would it be okay if I observe them for a little while?

That's okay, right?

How can we have such similar tastes?

From food and clothes to even men.

And both of you hate me.

Sorry, keep talking.

How much did you give as condolence money anyway?

I had been saving up some money for Ppal-gang.

I took it all out.

I should find men for those ladies or something. They really suffocate me.

Can't they just let it go after all this time?

Gosh.

Are you heading out to cover a story dressed like that?

What kind of reporter would spill all the details about a major scoop

to her competitor?

Give up on the 9 p.m. news anchor position.

You'll end up regretting big time if you compete with me.

No female reporter has ever gotten the position anyway.

Follow me if you're curious.

I'm going to go to the mountains to shout a little.

MOVING COMPANY

Please unload everything.

Wait. What's going on?

MOVING COMPANY

I'm sorry, but you can't park here.

Where are you moving into?

-That apartment. -Wait, that's...

My gosh.

If you move my stuff in first,

I will pay you three times your rate.

Now, go!

-Hey! -Let's go.

-Hurry! -My goodness.

We can't let her beat us. Hurry up!

-Stop! -What's your problem?

Hurry up and move it upstairs.

What is wrong with these women?

-Gosh. -Why is he here?

This is trespassing!

This is my brother's place. Sir, move your car. Now.

How can you do this without Ppal-gang's permission?

Even I'm still waiting for her permission.

Get these things out of the way, please.

-Move them now! -Hey, why are you taking it down? Stop.

-Send it up. -Send it up.

-Send it up. -Don't you dare send it up.

Why are you taking it down? Don't listen to that guy.

-Send it up! -Stop!

-Send it up! -Hey.

No, this isn't going up. Stop.

Wait! What the...

-Hey! -Stop this thing!

This can't go up.

Hey, get off.

-My gosh. -Just send it up!

Hey, sir. Can't you see me? You're not sending this up.

-Stop this thing! -Come down. It's dangerous.

I'll pay you three times more. Send it up.

-For God's sake. -Send it up!

My gosh, that looks so dangerous.

How will you fit this huge bed in that tiny place?

Get off. It's my bed.

Gosh, seriously.

Is this the mountain you said you were going to?

Are you going to shout here?

Okay, fine. I'll never let that happen.

I won't let you do that!

I'm going to shout. I definitely will.

And I'm going to sleep with my daughter, Ppal-gang, on this bed.

You're divorced, for God's sake. Sleep with a new man on this bed!

Get off already!

This is unbelievable.

Ma'am.

Please move the cutlery and plates first.

-Please hurry up. -Okay.

-Please move the rice cooker first. -Sure.

Can you move this dressing table through the stairs?

Could you take the stairs?

Please take the stairs. I'll pay you three times your rate.

Gosh, she's so strong.

Move, please!

Sir, this is not mine.

This is Gye Seong-suk's.

Why are you moving her box?

If you see any of her stuff up there,

just throw them all out the window.

-Let go. -Move!

-No, you can't. -Hey!

-Mister, the bed... -Let go of me.

-Don't move it in! Gosh, this woman... -I said, let go.

-Jeez! -Put me down!

-Put me down. -Stay right here, okay?

That's... Isn't that Bang Ja-yeong?

-Put me down. -Gosh.

Is that Gye Seong-suk? And is that Hwa-sin?

Tae-ra, just go home, okay?

-Jeez. -Gosh. Hey!

My gosh!

-What was that? -Hey!

What a total disaster.

-Gosh. -Goodness gracious.

-Move! -Go away.

If any guy gets involved with women like them, his life will be over.

Aren't they so scary?

I've worked with them, but I had no idea they were like this.

Don't you ever hang out with those women.

-Move. -Hey, don't!

For God's sake.

-Jeez, you cannot go in. -Sir.

Oh, I'll carry the kimchi.

-Move. -No.

-You can't go in. -Hey, move.

-This kimchi is for my dear Ppal-gang. -Hey.

-Let go. -You're not going in there.

-I said, let go! -There's only one room.

-Let go of it. -You can't go in.

Ppal-gang likes this kimchi.

-What's wrong with you women? -Gosh!

My kimchi.

This kimchi...

It's gone bad.

Is this a real estate agency?

Are there any vacancies near Rak Villa?

Anything is fine.

Yes, it's urgent. I need to find something as soon as possible.

Thank you in advance.

Ok-hui. At this rate, you'll die too.

You kicked out Hwa-sin, and you're not even eating.

Do you want to die all alone and lonely?

Leave me alone.

Has Hwa-sin said anything to you?

Gye Seong-suk and Bang Ja-yeong,

your ex-daughters-in-law, have moved into Ppal-gang's apartment.

What?

Those bitches...

I thought about it all night.

I'm going to make Ppal-gang mine.

Sure.

How can you say that without a second's hesitation?

-What do you want me to do, then? -You should also

think hard about it all night like I did.

I mean, Ppal-gang kissed you too.

Move out of my way.

Hey.

How does it feel to be living with two moms?

It's sort of like kissing two guys.

Aren't you two jealous?

Is that what you want?

Especially you.

Ppal-gang, you're so mean.

She likes neither of us.

That's not true. She likes both of us.

When a girl likes someone, she can't kiss anyone else.

Let's meet.

Wear tight shorts and a crop top.

You're not wearing a crop top.

I didn't want to take the bus at this hour wearing a crop top.

Let's get it over with and have fun.

Sorry?

What are you doing now?

The waist is the most important part of any dress.

It should fit perfectly.

You don't have a tiny waist.

What is this about? What are you trying to do?

I promised I'd offer you clothes.

You have long, monkey arms.

I wear a size five. They usually fit.

You won't wear a size five from now on.

You'll wear a special size made just for you.

Forget the usual size five or six.

You'll wear the one-and-only size in the world.

Let's call it size Pyo Na-ri.

"Size Pyo Na-ri"?

You shouldn't have too many clothes on when you get measurements taken.

Don't get the wrong idea.

I won't.

By the way, how long are we going to do this for?

I can take my shoes off. I'll do it.

Even if it's only for 60 seconds, you stand the entire time.

You should wear nicer shoes than announcers who get to sit.

Skinny women with long, monkey arms and no curves like you

should use clothes to create the illusion of curves

to look more feminine.

It's pretty.

Do you like it?

Yes, I do.

Lift your arms up.

Higher.

-Ouch. -My gosh, I'm sorry.

Don't move. There are pins all over the dress.

Sorry. From now on,

don't go anywhere.

Why isn't she home yet? It's getting so late now.

What if she got herself in another trouble?

This is why she needs her mom right by her side.

-I kept saying-- -Gosh, be quiet.

-She was-- -My goodness.

Gosh, seriously.

Dad.

This is the cell phone you dropped off, right?

It's working fine.

That can't be.

See?

You're right. My gosh.

Next, please.

Everything's still there, including photos of Mr. Lee from the hospital.

-What's the matter? -Let's go to the hospital.

-Come on. -Let go.

-Let's go. -I said, let go.

-Come on. -I'll go on my own, so let go.

Gosh, seriously.

Your surgical wound has healed already.

You shouldn't put it off any longer.

My mom did the same thing.

She said she couldn't close her shop even for a day and kept putting it off,

which only worsened her condition.

She eventually passed away from it.

Don't you have a date with Jeong-won?

That's none of your business.

How's the surgical bra?

-Oh, my gosh. -What on earth is she doing now?

Are you wearing the bra?

-My gosh. -Are you?

-Answer me. -Come here.

I changed the dressing daily and was diligent with check-ups,

so I'm fine now. I don't even need the surgical bra anymore.

Let's go.

Don't touch me.

It's my chest.

Don't worry like it's yours.

Don't touch it, and don't even think about it.

What can I do? I just can't stop worrying.

It's not like I want to do this.

I don't even want to be around you.

Right, exactly.

But the thing is, you don't care about your chest at all.

It's your chest, and yet you're completely ignoring the problem.

When I think about your chest, it reminds me of my mom.

Can't you just let me take care of your breasts?

Don't I smell like kimchi by any chance?

No, you don't.

Good.

There's a rumor

that they'll replace all the anchors during the upcoming open recruitment.

I heard.

The auditions will be announced soon.

You should try for the 9 p.m. news that Su-jeong is doing now.

The moment Seong-suk becomes the 9 p.m. news anchor,

we announcers are done for.

Why is that?

If a female reporter gets the main anchor position,

who will sit next to her, where female announcers have always been?

They can't put a male announcer there.

They'll probably pick a handsome, popular male reporter for that position.

Reporters will basically steal all of our jobs.

We may disappear entirely.

We can't let that happen. We absolutely can't.

-Should I drive? I'll drive. -Just get in.

Why would you drive my car?

-Get in. -You're opening the door for me?

Okay.

Jeez.

Hey, are they dating?

Na-ri touched his chest earlier, right?

How could she touch his chest of all people?

She's obviously throwing herself at him again.

She just doesn't give up, does she?

She had a crush on him four years ago. Does she still like him?

Still?

Hwa-sin will apply for the 9 p.m. anchor position as well.

Sparks will fly between him and Seong-suk.

You should use that to your advantage.

Don't laugh.

They said the radiation treatment itself is only five to ten minutes long.

Let's go eat something. I'm hungry.

What?

-Aren't we headed to the hospital now? -I'm hungry.

Gosh, how could you...

I haven't eaten all day.

Then let's eat after your check-up at the hospital.

We can do that, right? I'll treat you.

Let's eat first.

-Hospital first. -Eat first!

Pull over.

Pull over right now.

Jeez.

Hey.

I've been stressed out since yesterday.

Okay?

Let's eat galbitang.

You drive me nuts.

Why won't you listen to me?

Am I doing this for myself? Is it my chest?

Are you a rebellious teenager or what?

Are you going through menopause? What the heck is your problem?

Why won't you listen to me?

If you keep this up, I'll tell your best friend everything

and make him drag you to the hospital like a dog, okay?

Why do I have to know this secret alone and suffer like this?

Why? I'm...

I'm going to die young because of all the stress you're giving me!

You know what? Forget it. Just die, then.

Just die now. I don't care anymore.

I'm auditioning for the 9 p.m. anchor position.

Let go.

If...

If word gets out

that I had breast cancer surgery, it'll be over for me.

If I go there every day

for six to eight weeks, how could the word not get out?

Ms. Gye for sure, and even other competitors

will attack and bite me like hyenas trying to kill their prey.

They'll totally blow it out of proportion.

They'll say a male anchor with breast cancer is ridiculous,

and they'll laugh at me behind my back.

I have to get the 9 p.m. anchor position this time no matter what.

I'll make sure it doesn't get out.

Will that do?

Forget it, then.

Ms. Pyo Na-ri.

Yes? I'm Pyo Na-ri.

-Please come in. -Okay.

Hold my purse for me.

Don't drop it. Let's go.

It's this way.

What happened to your hair?

Don't touch my hair.

-Gosh. -Let me fix it for you.

You heard, right?

We called for Ms. Pyo Na-ri.

You are extremely paranoid about rumors spreading,

so I spoke with Ms. Pyo and gave special instructions to my staff.

From now on, your name will be

Pyo Na-ri here.

That includes the waiting area, the treatment rooms, the dressing room,

and even the imaging room.

From now on,

we're going to call you Ms. Pyo Na-ri.

You can just pretend to be her guardian.

When we call for Ms. Pyo Na-ri, just come in with her.

You won't refuse this too, will you?

Then people will say Na-ri has breast cancer.

It's only stage one.

Yours is stage one, so if word gets out,

people will think I have stage one breast cancer.

Saying I'm getting radiation treatment

is a bit disconcerting, but...

Mr. Lee, you should really thank her.

I don't like that idea.

She's a broadcaster on the news too.

But she's saying she's okay with it.

See? This is why I suggested removing the entire breast

over a partial mastectomy.

Mr. Lee, first stage breast cancer

can be completely cured by radiation therapy

even after a partial mastectomy. Women know that.

So even if people say I have breast cancer

and get the wrong idea, it's not a big deal. I'll be fine.

I just want you to get better.

Okay? Yes?

You'll be the one undergoing radiation therapy,

and you're the one who has to suffer.

It's not like our situations are actually reversed or anything like that.

I just have to pretend that I have breast cancer.

That's no big deal.

I mean, you have to pretend to be my guardian.

And I heard that radiation

can burn your skin.

Pretending to have cancer is easy. It's really okay.

Goodness.

From my observation so far,

I think Ms. Pyo loves you much more than you love her.

It's always better if the man loves the woman more.

We're not a couple.

Don't lie to me.

I saw you two kissing and everything.

Oh, my gosh.

Why aren't you telling her that she got the wrong idea?

You're a lucky man, Mr. Lee.

Where would you find another woman like Ms. Pyo?

It's really not what you think.

Fine.

Go to the CT scan room and get the markings done.

Ms. Pyo Na-ri.

-That's me. -Come in.

Okay.

Don't move.

You'll have to come every day for six to eight weeks.

Only the area receiving radiation will burn.

So please don't do anything that may irritate the skin

like saunas.

We also need to test your blood weekly to check your white blood cell count,

so you must not skip it.

Breast cancer patients must avoid foods like pork belly and anything with dairy.

Drinking and smoking are obviously not allowed.

Ms. Pyo Na-ri, relapse is highly likely because you're young,

and the cancer can spread that much quicker as well.

Please don't forget that.

Please answer me, Ms. Pyo Na-ri.

Ms. Pyo Na-ri?

Ms. Pyo Na-ri?

Yes.

Will you really be okay?

Just worry about acting like my guardian.

Aren't you hungry? Let's eat something.

Are you craving anything?

Let's grab a bite to eat.

I have plans.

It's Jeong-won.

Would you like to eat with us?

-Do you want to join us? -No, thanks. Have fun.

What kind of... What are you guys going to eat?

Hwa-sin.

I couldn't make it to the funeral because of a personal matter.

Here. I'm sorry.

Gosh, thanks.

I heard that Jeong-won is your best friend.

The three of us should hang out often after Jeong-won and I get married.

I'll see you later.

JEONG-WON

-Where are you? -I'm with Na-ri.

It's Hwa-sin.

Have you eaten?

Not yet?

Do you trust me?

Of course, I do.

I don't trust you.

Enjoy your food.

Okay.

What did he say?

He must trust me,

judging from how he said flat out that he doesn't trust me.

CONDOLENCE MONEY

Have you two ever fought?

No, not yet.

I wonder who will win.

Probably the guy you side with.

We'll never fight.

By the way,

did you get your hair done today?

Yes.

Enjoy, Ms. Bang.

Yes, let's eat.

Hwa-sin will apply for the 9 p.m. anchor position as well.

Sparks will fly between him and Seong-suk.

-Good job, everyone. -Great work.

-Great job. -Thank you.

-Take a look. -Good job, everyone.

That jerk's bad breath almost made me barf.

What the hell did he have for dinner?

I saw Mr. Nam inhaling spicy pork with scallions and garlic earlier.

-Cheer up. -My gosh.

Great job, Hye-won.

Ouch. That hurts.

Everything you say is like a work of art.

How could you make even accidents and crimes sound so pretty?

On the contrary, some have a knack for making everything sound scary.

Great work.

Just pretend you didn't hear that.

Have you been cursing me behind my back?

I think I've done many things to make you resent me.

Have a drink with me.

Is that an order?

Your tone didn't sound all that...

Because people who are more senior and older than you grovel at your feet,

you have no respect for others.

Let's grab a drink together.

Tell me how you've been bad-mouthing me.

Go on.

You see, I'm an announcer.

Announcers only say proper and nice things.

Don't you want to go into politics?

Not everyone can become Secretary for Public Affairs like your father.

I must become the anchor of the 9 p.m. news first.

You're already one of the favored candidates.

Who says that?

And I'm more certain about who will be your co-anchor.

Who? You?

Shouldn't you step up your game if you want to work alongside me?

Another bottle of soju, please.

Sure.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

We obviously won't make a good pair.

During the audition, they will look at our enunciation for sure

as well as how we look together,

if we can make viewers feel comfortable, and if our body types are complementary.

They'll examine everything from the pitch and tone of our voices to our looks.

Don't you know that compatibility is a key factor in the evaluation?

Then will you just let Ms. Gye anchor the 9 p.m. news?

Just put in some shoulder pads, and you'll be fine.

-What? -I refuse to work with a man

with bad breath.

See?

You don't smell no matter what you eat.

You ate garlic, mussels, and even sea snails.

Why can't I smell anything?

Are you interested in me?

Not yet.

Sit next to me.

-It won't be bad. -You rude brat.

Don't you dare talk to me in that bossy tone.

I know you want to make it yours.

Let's be more honest with each other.

Wouldn't it be a win-win situation for both of us?

I have to get the highest score at the audition to get the 9 p.m. slot,

but it'll be faster and easier if I just get you to pick me. Is that it?

Present the news while walking on eggshells around you?

We can hold hands under the desk while presenting the news together.

We can also play footsie,

date, fall in love,

and even get married.

I don't care even if you like someone else now.

Things will probably change soon

inside your heart.

So many women are after my heart.

I've never met anyone as spunky as you.

How many men have you dated like this?

About 100?

I'm seeing someone now too.

But I'll dump him if you say that you'll sit next to me.

Hey.

All guys I've dated left me because they couldn't handle me.

But I don't think you'd do that.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because you're good at what you do.

And you treat me like dirt.

That makes you attractive.

Is it because of the alcohol?

Are you asleep?

Well...

I don't know if it's because I drank, but my chest is itchy.

Do you have the cream the doctor prescribed?

You always sleep facing the wall like that.

Where should I meet you tomorrow?

People will see, so let's meet at the crosswalk

two blocks away, okay?

Are you sleeping? Turn around and look at me.

Oh, you have a sheet mask on.

Are you sleeping with your clothes off?

It's fall now.

You'll catch a cold.

Yes. I just got it from the National Weather Service and sent my edits.

Please check your e-mail. Thank you.

Why is it so chilly? Is it winter already?

Is he sleeping?

I wonder if he drank. He really shouldn't drink.

I totally thought she'd flip out if I told her that I drank.

That was weird.

So tired.

Oh, my gosh. I can't believe this.

Are they dating?

Gosh.

Na-ri, are you ready?

Camera on.

When you leave home for work this morning,

don't forget to take your umbrella.

It's a chilly rainy autumn day.

The rain...

We are expecting an unusual amount of rain for an autumn day.

So...

Please be careful not to catch a cold.

Attention, everyone.

Let's have a team dinner tonight.

What? What's the problem?

We'll announce the requirements for the anchor audition tonight.

Are you guys interested now?

Everyone must attend. Tell all announcers and weather forecasters too.

Okay?

Are we going to the usual pork belly place?

Let's change it up.

Do you want Thai food?

Then you pay.

Gosh, he can't have pork belly.

You told me last night to meet you here?

Goodness.

You must have forgotten since you were half asleep.

You know, the doctor said

no alcohol whatsoever. What will you do about the team dinner tonight?

You can't have pork belly, but he always wants to go there.

That's what you get for sleeping with nothing on. Here.

What?

-What did you say? -It's not like you were home.

-Did you see that? -What's going on?

Guys, we're not here to just eat meat.

-Let's drink. Ready? -Cheers!

All right. Cheers, everyone.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

Hey, open wide.

I'll feed you. Here.

Goodness me. He's not supposed to eat pork, drink, or smoke.

Excuse me.

Could you bring me one serving of lean beef?

Just one serving, grilled.

-Sure. -Thank you.

-Cheers. -Let's drink. Bottoms up.

Stop eating pork belly.

Have this beef instead, okay?

-Go back to your table. -What are you thinking?

This is how company dinners are. Stop bugging me.

Jeez.

All right.

Is everyone full?

Okay. Let me say this again before we start drinking for real.

The open audition

will be broadcast live within the company.

Your feedback will definitely be taken into consideration, okay?

So you have to do well. Oh, One more thing.

The president initially wanted

to only open it to those who have been with the company for longer than Hwa-sin

but are under Seong-suk's experience level,

but I fought tooth and nail

and made the range include even those at Hwa-sin and Seong-suk's levels.

-That's awesome. -Nice.

-You rock. -That's amazing.

I'm not trying to boast. I'm just letting you guys know

that I will fight for my newsroom staff. Okay?

Got it? It's about teamwork.

-Let's drink. Let's go. -Okay.

Let's go!

-Okay. Dong-gi, start it off. -Dong-gi, you start.

Yes, ma'am! Yes, sir!

I am always at your command, sir!

Mr. Oh, you rock.

-Stop it. -At your command, Mr. Oh.

-Here's to the announcers. -Bottoms up.

At your command, sir.

At your command, sir!

-Wow, you're good. -At your command, sir.

All right. Next is my beloved brother-in-law!

Okay, sure.

Thanks for the drink.

Ms. Gye.

I want to be your beloved. Can I please have this?

What are you talking about?

-I don't want your love. -Don't say that.

I need your love even if it'll kill me. I'll drink this.

Hey, I'm fine. You don't need to do this.

Mr. Oh, Ms. Gye, and Ms. Bang.

I am always at your command.

Sure. Okay.

What's with her today?

Why did you have to steal his drink like that?

-Here, let me pour you one. -Oh, sure.

Keep going, guys. There.

Thank you for the drink.

Mr. Oh, I'll take that love as well.

She must be thirsty for love.

Don't worry.

I'm totally fine.

He couldn't have a single drink.

Here, have this.

Sure.

Wait!

Drink with me.

She's back.

Hwa-sin, let me pour you one.

-Thanks. -Cheers to us.

Wait!

Drink with me. Cheers.

Are you drinking for him tonight?

Lucky you. She's like your knight in shining armor.

-Here. Have some meat. -Wait!

I'll eat it.

Here, have a drink.

At your command.

Wait.

-You're back again? -I'll do it.

You'll break your hand.

-You again. -Yes.

I'll drink this. I got this.

What's wrong with her?

Gosh, hey.

-Let's order more. -Drink up.

-Gosh, don't order anything else. -Hey.

-Yes? -I'm fine.

Over here.

Who's next?

Hwa-sin, sing something.

Come on. I'm going to dock points at your audition if you don't sing.

Go on and sing. You need to get on his good side. What's with you?

-Hurry up. -How rude. Even your seniors sang.

-You won't sing? -I'll find a song.

-Great job! -Nice.

That's not the song I wanted to hear.

Hey, you need to sing "Wrongful Encounter."

"Wrongful Encounter"!

Sing "Wrongful Encounter" for us. Let's hear it.

"WRONGFUL ENCOUNTER"

I trusted you as much As I trusted my friend

So I introduced you to him Without a second thought

After that, we started meeting up often

We hung out and had fun together

But where did things go wrong?

I started to get a bad feeling

You started to show more interest In my friend than me

And started to push me away

Then one day

After you and I got into a big fight

You and my friend wouldn't call me

And seemed to be avoiding me

That's when I realized

Everything had gone wrong

You and my friend

Had somehow become lovers

I cried, saying it couldn't be

-Gosh. -Hey, let's keep singing.

-Where did he go? -Guys.

Na-ri.

Are you okay?

Are you...

Hey, I'm...

Good grief.

How much did she drink?

We're right by the studio.

If you're not busy now,

can you come and pick me up?

We had dinner with everyone in the newsroom,

so we all drank quite a bit.

Who was that?

It sounded like Su-jeong.

I need you to go and drive Ms. Geum home.

Sorry? Me?

Go and drive her home yourself.

You'd better not keep this up because I have plans of my own.

Do whatever you want.

Mom, do you want me to live like you?

Dad completely ignored you as if you didn't exist.

I'll marry the woman I want.

Let me have my way with it.

I'll let you have your way with everything else.

You give in with your marriage.

Then I'll let you do everything else

as you wish.

NIGHTCLUB

Are you okay?

Should I call Jeong-won?

I'm okay.

Don't call him.

Why not? You can ask him to drive you home.

No. I don't want him to see me like this.

It's embarrassing.

Fine, then I'll take you home.

No. I have an early morning broadcast, so I can't go home.

Take me to the company.

All right.

Gosh, it's cold.

I'll walk fast. Why the heck did you...

Why did you wear so little and catch a cold?

I'm fine, Mr. Lee. Just go home and sleep.

Hey, you probably shouldn't drink either.

Gosh, I don't have cancer,

and I'm not the one undergoing radiation therapy.

Are you my guardian or what?

Why did you drink so much? You had so many soju bombs.

How much did you drink?

I want to sleep. Leave so that I can sleep. Go already.

Fine.

I'll be in the men's sleeping room,

so call me if you need anything.

Okay?

What's gotten into you? Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?

I'm just saying it's unlike you. Do you feel sick or something?

Will I be able to get up in time for the morning broadcast?

I'm so sleepy. What should I do?

-You don't think you can wake up? -I'm worried, but I'm so tired.

I shouldn't fall asleep though.

My head hurts, and I'm nauseated.

And what's with the weather? It's so cold.

What should I do? I'm really sleepy.

What if I can't wake up?

I'll be screwed if I sleep in and miss the broadcast.

I'll be fired for sure.

I probably shouldn't fall asleep, but I need sleep.

What am I supposed to do?

Just sleep.

-What should I do... -I'll wake you up, so just sleep.

Gosh, I'm cold.

I'm sleepy.

JEONG-WON

JEONG-WON

I lied.

I was holding my breath earlier.

Let it out by just one inch.

I already did.

Did you think I wouldn't be able to tell?

Do you like Na-ri?

I heard Hwa-sin is dating the weather forecaster, Pyo Na-ri.

I don't like Mr. Lee.

Seriously. I don't have any feelings for him.

It turns out that you like her on your own.

It's like a crush.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Were you that easy?

I like you.

If you wait for me there even on a day like this,

what am I supposed to do?

Please, don't be there.

Don't be there.

Please don't. You can't be there.

Subtitle translation by Hyun-joo Choi