Part-Time Couple

“Designated driver?”

At the end of February, on the cusp of winter, Da-in met the man again.
The man who was her first love and long-time boyfriend, Kang Seojun.

“Park Da-in, long time no see.”

An icy face that was hard to approach when his lips were firmly closed. Seojun raised an eyebrow, his right one, the one that always went up when he was displeased. He hadn’t changed a bit, though he looked more mature now.

The way you looked at me. The way my heart fluttered when I looked at you. But those feelings were just a fleeting illusion.

“If you’re here as a designated driver, you should be driving. Here are the keys.”

A meeting between a designated driver and a client.

She thought the coincidence would end just like that.

“Will you marry me?”

If it weren’t for Kang Seojun suddenly appearing and proposing marriage.

“What? What did you say?”

“It’s a three-month, ten-day contract. Let’s get married. We’ll divorce after 100 days.”

He spoke with a dry, businesslike attitude as if proposing some new product contract.

“You need money, and I need someone to play the role of a wife for three months and ten days. It’s better than a complete stranger. We were compatible too.”

Money.

A word far too barren to be exchanged between them.

Yet, the situation that makes her react to that money feels terribly heavy.

Money, and Kang Seojun. Ultimately, money and lingering feelings.

What’s the big deal? It’s a little embarrassing, but…

No, wait, why should I be embarrassed?

I’m the one who broke up with him.

“Here are my terms. Permanent employment, working hours from 8 p.m. to 8 a.m. Overtime pay for weekends. And compensation for emotional distress.”

8 p.m. to 8 a.m. Compensation for emotional distress was provided.