Independent Wedding March

I hate bossam, really. It’s not just about disparaging bossam as a dish.

It’s the kind that’s been passed down through three generations—from the mother-in-law’s mother-in-law to the daughter-in-law’s daughter-in-law—supplying products to X-Ket Kurly, X-Pang, and convenience store ready-meals, with customers lining up endlessly on weekdays and weekends alike, my fingers swelling from counting cash, and paper allergies flaring up.

It’s this damned bossam hotspot, Maeng’s Jinmi Bossam, that I hate!

“I’m going to become independent!!”

There were two conditions for independence. Bring a spouse candidate. That spouse candidate had to be a respectable person who could live well and eat well without inheriting the bossam shop.

And the man in front of me was undoubtedly that kind of person.

“Hey, honey.”

“What, honey?”

“Marry me.”

The man called “Director” let out a snicker. A heavy, smoky wood scent emanated from him.

“How old are you?”

“So our honey’s conscience doesn’t crack, I’m twenty-one—already a whole year past twenty.”

“Twenty-one and worrying about my conscience too… Guess it’s about time I kick the bucket. Maybe I’ll have to bid farewell to life the day after tomorrow.”

“Then how about we stamp the marriage papers today, enjoy a one-day honeymoon, and wrap it up with widowhood the day after tomorrow—a perfect three-day course? How is it you already know my heart so well?”

Thud— A large hand landed on my round head and then pulled away.

“Go search up what ‘Daeho’ does for a living, or better yet, ask your mom about it. Stop looking at weird stuff online, okay?”

The name of the man who vanished like that was Cha Jihwon. He was an executive director at Daeho Construction, a company said to have grown from organized crime roots.

So, what am I supposed to do about it? I want independence—no, I want to get married. Can I really hold back from doing it?

A third-generation only son of a gangster family X a third-generation only son of a bossam hotspot,

How two third-generation only sons get married!