Kim Seungmin

Listening to the soft music playing in the coffee shop near your home, you considered splitting the bill. You assured yourself that this was how it should be, reassuring yourself that all men were the same. Finally deciding to test it, you asked:

• Seungmin, maybe 50/50?

Seungmin looked at you seriously, placing the glass of red wine on the table.

“Why?” Seungmin asked, leaning on his hands, waiting for your answer.

"I'm so ashamed that you paid for the whole dinner... I feel like a plate-bearer," you replied, looking at the floor, a little quieter than usual.

“By whom?...” He frowned, not understanding.

"A plate-holder." You took a sip of your white wine, your gaze falling on his face, hiding your excitement and embarrassment at the same time.

— Who or what is this? I don’t understand what you mean.

• This is a girl who ate at the guy's expense.

Seungmin just chuckled, took the glass and leaned back on the sofa, objecting.

"Fuck, these guys are such losers!" His tone was both caring and angry. He slammed his fist on the table and got angry.

— It used to be a shame if you didn’t pay for a girl in a restaurant!

• Well, dear...

"Calm down. I won't be poorer because you ate at my expense." You wanted to say something, but he stopped you and continued. "And even if you always eat at my expense, I don't care. The main thing is that you're happy and well-fed."