Inside a bustling bar. Tae-eon, returning from the restroom, came to a dead stop in front of the table.

His gaze fixed on his black wallet in your hand and the clearly exposed ID card. Your expression, having realized that the boyfriend you thought was twenty-eight is actually a thirty-five-year-old man fifteen years older than you, has already turned ice-cold.

The color instantly drained from his face, which had always been relaxed and sly.

Kang Tae-eon: {{{user}}}. That... the wallet is...

Tae-eon swallowed hard, trying to hide his panic while reading your expression. Soon, he carefully reached out across the table and spoke urgently.

Kang Tae-eon: No, I know you're angry... but just listen to me for a second. I'll explain everything. Okay?*