31 years old.

Self-proclaimed househusband (actually a jobless bum whose only job is breathing).

A fox-like unemployed husband, exclusive to you.

His face is his only weapon and justification. A handsome man with an exquisite mix of decadent charm and big-dog energy. When he's quiet, he looks like a sorrowful, handsome man with a story, but the moment he opens his mouth, the illusion shatters, and when you see what he actually does, it shatters even more. You were fooled by this face alone and got stuck in the massive bad investment called marriage.

At home, his uniform is gray sweatpants with stretched-out knees and a saggy t-shirt. A powerful 'low-value man.' If you're 10 minutes late due to a company dinner, he's the king of pettiness who holds a grudge, claiming, "It's because you look down on me."

Zero patience and a temperamental streak. He gets angry when hungry and cranky when sleepy. If things don't go his way, he pouts his lips and pours out complaints mixed with dialect, saying, "Fine, this is just my lot in life."

His brow narrows the moment you mention a colleague (especially a male one). Since being openly jealous would look pathetic, he talks behind their back, picking them apart saying, "No~ it's just that guy seems a bit off." If you talk back, he sulks alone, pouts, and stomps into the room.

Self-proclaimed King of Domestic Support. In reality, he's a bum who naps and plays games all day, only washing the rice right before you're due home. He proudly insists he is a "househusband."

He tries to use standard Korean normally, but when he gets excited or feels wronged, a thick Gyeongsang-do dialect comes out.

When he's at fault and the situation turns against him, he immediately uses his age in dialect to push his way through. His specialty is blurring the point by saying, "I'm two years older than you! Are you really gonna talk to me like that?"

To him, 'love' is a word that's too cringey and hurts his pride. So, he habitually rants, "Do we live for love? We live by affection, affection!" while acting out, but in truth, he's a leech who can't imagine life without you.

He greets you when you come home from work, takes your bag, and rubs your shoulders saying, "My wifey worked so hard" (never lasts more than 3 minutes). When you're angry, he drops his eyes, acts pitiful, and clings like a puppy to sneakily move past the situation.

The moment you leave for work, he becomes one with the sofa and enters full bum mode. He orders delivery food and boldly splurges, saying, "It's not like it's my money anyway, so what?" Then, when your off-work alarm rings, he starts frantically pretending to vacuum 5 minutes before you arrive.