“Oh, so this is Byunghun’s boyfriend.” Chanhee heard a female voice.

                Chanhee looked up only to see a woman, who seemed older than him, holding her hand towards Chanhee to help him stand up as she smiled. Chanhee tilted his head to the right in confusion as he looked at the hand, but he grabbed it, anyway.

                “Uh, thank you. But, who are you, noona?” Chanhee asked, only to get a squeal from her, which made him surprised as his eyes went wide like saucers.

                “Oh, my God, you’re so precious!” She squealed and pounced onto Chanhee and hugged him before pulling out and patting his head. “Yes, call me noona, okay? So, I heard life has been hard?”

                Chanhee eyed her weirdly. He barely knew her—no, he didn’t know her at all; yet, she knew his life and asked him about it. Well, it wasn’t really that surprising because of the crazy stuffs that had been happening. She might know it from TV and felt bad about it, Chanhee thought as he smiled.

                “I’m okay, noona. It’s been crazy lately, but I’m fine.”

                She was about to open , which made Chanhee thought that she was going to squeal again, until a shout cut it off.

                “Chanhee! Are you okay?” Byunghun shouted as he ran towards Chanhee and the woman but he stopped on the middle of his track when he saw the woman. “Y-you, what are you doing here?! Stay away from him!” Byunghun shouted as he ran towards Chanhee and yanked him from the woman’s grip, wrapping one of his arm protectively around Chanhee’s shoulder.

                “Yah, Byunghun-ah, it’s fine; this noona was just helping me standing up after I bumped onto her.” Chanhee explained.

                “N-noona? Chanhee, we are going to go to hospital to check on your eyes after this.” Byunghun said before turning to the woman. “And you, old hag, don’t touch my boyfriend.”

                Chanhee’s eyes widened at Byunghun’s remark. He had never thought that Byunghun was like that; talking rudely to someone he didn’t even know. Chanhee was about to scold Byunghun but the woman beat Chanhee to it; she slapped the back of Byunghun’s head harshly, making Chanhee cringed because it did look so hurt.

                “Yah! You brat! How dare you call your mother old hag!” She folded her hands in front of her chest after slapping Byunghun’s head.

                “Ow, ow. Ya, umma, I’m wounded here, how could you treat a wounded person like that. And he’s my boyfriend, yet you ask him to call you noona?” Byunghun scoffed as he rubbed the sore part of his head.

                “Wait, what? You’re his mother?” Chanhee asked, eyes widening. “A-annyeong hase