Kang Mo Yeon stepped onto the back porch with an arm full of beer cans and smiled.  It was on days like this she was glad she had let her husband talk her into moving out of Seoul and into the suburbs.  Sure, her commute to work was longer, but so too had been his when they’d lived in Seoul.  Now they were about halfway in between their respective workplaces.  And more importantly, out here, they had a house and space. 

It was nice to have space.  To have a place with a backyard so they could invite their friends over and have a relaxing dinner party on one of those rare occasions that her husband wasn’t flitting off to deal with some situation or another.

With the sun shining over them, the sounds of children laughing and playing nearby, and the scent of delicious foods cooking in the air, Mo Yeon didn’t think life could get any more perfect than this.

Approaching the table on the back porch, she passed around another round of beers before taking her seat next to Yoon Myung Joo.  Who would have ever expected that these one-time nemeses would become such close friends?

“Did you get the email?” her friend asked.

“Email?” Mo Yeon asked, reaching for a chip.  “Ahhh, the email.  Yes, I saw the email.”

Their husbands, who’d been busy manning the grill, turned back together and asked, “What email?”

“Our medical school’s having a reunion gathering next week.”

“And yes, Yoon Gi Oppa’s going to be there,” Myung Joo finished.

“Yah!  Did you have to go there?” Mo Yeong shot her a dirty look.

“They would’ve asked anyway.”  Myung Joo shrugged nonchalantly and pointed her beer can at the men who were, indeed, already standing with their arms crossed and not looking happy.

“Oh my gosh, seriously,” Mo Yeong said exasperatedly.  “It’s been how many years now?  And we married you and you.  Dumb and Dumber!  Not Yoon Gi Oppa.”

“She seems awfully excited to be seeing her Joon Gi Oppa again,” Shi Jin muttered.

“Maybe we should go to the reunion and finally meet this Yoon Gi Oppa,” Dae Young suggested.

“He was too cowardly to attend either of our weddings,” Shi Jin noted.

“I’ve always wanted to catch him and go do an FEO (Forcible Entry Operation) on him.”

“You’d better not.  Don’t you dare,” Myung Joo told her husband.

“I’m sure you’ll be called away on some mission by then anyway,” Mo Yeong told them.

“Oh, now you want us to get orders,” Shi Jin said.  “How convenient.  Just you try and meet another man while I’m away.”

“Maybe we’ll get orders to another girl group on base,” Dae Young said, nudging his friend with his elbow.

Shi Jin immediately started smiling and nodding his head, nudging his back.  “That’d be nice!”

 “YAH!” the women yelled.

Just then, a cry came from the backyard.  The men