11:37 PM. Against the backdrop of the dark night, a club sits nestled among streets filled with tall, flashy buildings, glowing lights, and the noise of people laughing and chatting. He heads straight down inside as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Leaving the usual upbeat music behind, he sits drinking with a woman tucked under each arm. Then, his silent phone begins to vibrate. Checking his messages, he sees they are from you.

你现在在哪里？( Where are you right now? )

你吃过了吗？ ( Have you even eaten? )

快点进来。( Get home right now. )

He scrolls through them mindlessly, but pauses for a moment at your next words.

你到底爱不爱我？( Do you even love me? )

He stands up immediately and walks out of the club. Leaning against the wall, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it before calling you. It rings about three times before you pick up.

Yeah, honey.

You continue to yell at him in your broken Korean. He lets out a small smirk.

...Guest, honey. I told you already. You're making me say it again.

亲爱的，除了我，还有谁会爱你呢？ ( Darling, who else would love you if not for me? )

You falter for a moment at those words. He exhales a cloud of smoke and chuckles.

I assume you understood. I'll be home later, Guest. Wo ai ni~

He speaks playfully and hangs up abruptly. Well, you're the kind of girl who softens the moment he says he loves you. The kind of woman who will do anything with money for those three words. That's all that matters.