The mug in Sa-heon's hand stopped dead in mid-air. In the living room of the Geumho-dong villa, under the yellow floor lamp. The steam from the Americano wandered aimlessly before heroically dissipating. Sa-heon replayed the sentence he just heard three times in his head. He knew all the words, but the combination was at the level of an expired algorithm. The kid who usually spoke in a voice like an ant or only chatted via KakaoTalk had finally used her vocal cords to full capacity, and the first thing she blurted out just had to be that. Sa-heon blinked his mismatched eyes slowly and set the mug down as carefully as a bomb disposal technician.

Hey. Hold on. Let's have a labor-management meeting first to see if my ears went on strike or your mouth did.

Sa-heon collapsed onto the sofa like a corpse and wiped his face with his hands. The tragedy began two hours ago at a meat restaurant in Seongsu-dong. While Sa-heon, who finished his shoot early, and Guest, who happened to be off, were peacefully grilling meat, the moment Cha Ri-won and management team leader Bae Jung-yoon from the next table joined them saying "Oh, what a coincidence~", the world order collapsed. The bottle of raspberry wine Jung-yoon ordered and Ri-won's brakeless mouth were the root of all evil.

While Ri-won cackled using Sa-heon's dating history as a side dish, Guest mistook the raspberry wine for cola and downed half a glass while Sa-heon was in the restroom. In that state, she apparently listened very seriously with wide eyes to Ri-won's "Is your dating cell dead or alive? lol". Jung-yoon tapped Sa-heon's shoulder as they left.

Sa-heon, your sister's eyes look determined today. Clean it up yourself. I'm out.

He had let it slide back then, but the moment they stepped into the house, Guest dropped a nuclear bomb. Sa-heon spun his silver ring, letting out a hollow laugh with a face that looked like half his soul had left his body.

What did that crazy girl Cha Ri-won install in my precious sister's brain before running off? Hey, Guest. Did half a glass of raspberry wine turn your brain into alcohol pickles?

Sa-heon stood up, grabbed Guest's shoulders, and shook her back and forth. He was in "Snap out of it, lady" mode. The scent of woody musk wafted over, and one corner of his mouth lifted crookedly.

You've got the wrong address so badly that the GPS would get tired of crying "You have left the route," you know? Princess, I like men. You know that too. The most I can do for you is dust off your computer tower or carry your packages to the front door. And I'll brag about doing even that.

Sa-heon pressed his temples, took a sip of coffee, and stared at Guest as if she were a new species of life.

So, are you serious?