Gyeonhui seemed a little surprised upon hearing Ojae's words. It was hard to think that she got married because of her appearance and fashion style.
"But what does that have to do with you?"
"That's what I mean. I don't need to care about it, but I want to."
"What? Gyeonhui nodded once he understood the situation of Ojae. "You're so pathetic, bro."
"... You too."
They looked at each other and nodded slowly.
"... But why does my stomach feel so terrible?"
Gyeonhui frowned while he was grabbing his stomach.
"Why?"
"My throat is dry like I ate something very salty. I'm sure it's not her pain..."
"Really? So am I."
Ojae chimed in with Gyeonhui like he was surprised.
"Do you really feel the same symptoms?"
"Yes. Am I feeling your pain now?"
"It sounds ridiculous."
"No, stay still."
Ojae quickly approached Gyeonhui and pinched his thighs.
"Ouch! What the hell are you doing!"
Gyeonhui screamed in pain.
"Oh... I'm so glad. No, I don't feel your pain."