أول 200 سطر.
I met you
You taught me about love
Falling in love made me grow up
Love to call my own
Happiness to call my own
Words aren't enough to explain
Gosh. - Perhaps...
Careful, careful. My goodness.
Drink this.
Oh dear.
You made her sing 10 songs in an hour.
Why did you make her do something like that?
Did you think she'd go straight to being on TV...
after signing a contract two days ago?
Not exactly that, no,
but we expected some kind of training...
before performing like that.
You can't put a novice to work just like that.
Do you think we audition for no reason?
We pick people whom we think they have it in them.
You saw her.
Didn't she do amazing?
That was called real-life training.
Come on now.
Real-life training is all good,
but 10 songs is too much.
This isn't art, it's labor. Hard work.
And that means you deserve a paycheck.
Good job.
A paycheck? - Yes.
Thank you.
I'm really...
Honey.
It's not at all like singing 10 songs on a karaoke machine.
I'm so tired.
It feels as if I sang 100 songs.
That's because it was your first day, and you were nervous.
You pay to sing at karaoke...
but now you'll be paid to sing.
Here's your pay.
The first paycheck I got for singing.
You can spend it all, okay? Here.
No.
Let's save this up and buy a car.
A celebrity needs a van.
Then you can rest on the road.
Whether I buy a van or a plane,
look inside the envelope.
Shall I?
How much is there?
What? How much is it?
Is it a check or a...
150 dollars?
This is it?
This is a bit too harsh.
When can we afford a van on a pay like that?
The minimum wage per hour is less than 10 dollars these days.
This is a lot.
And like Mr. Go said, it was real-life training.
Is that so?
Mom, Mom. - You were so...
Hi, kids.
Did you perform today? - What was it for?
One of the famous TV shows for trot singers?
Hey. I can't go on that when I don't yet have my own song.
Then what did you sing for?
A cable TV channel? What show?
There's a show kids don't know about.
Stop talking nonsense and get ready for dinner.
My gosh.
Honey.
Sort out dinner yourself.
Myself? - I can't lift a finger.
Okay, okay, we'll manage.
Mom, yesterday, Hyeon U...
Tell everyone that breakfast's ready.
Mom.
Go on. We all need to go to work.
I want to make an announcement.
I don't want any of you to care where I sleep...
or how I live my life.
You and you all.
What?
That goes for you too, Mr. Baek.
I apologize.
I did my best for you all, my husband and kids.
You know that, don't you?
Yes.
Yes. - Did I not?
From now on, where, how, and what I'll do to live...
will be my decision to make.
I have the right to do so.
You do as you wish already.
We'll talk another time.
The kids need to go to work.
Eat up.
Sorry, Mom.
I'm going to work first.
So Young.
I'll leave for work too.
Sorry.
My goodness.
Good for you. Look at what you did.
It's okay. Eat up.
Okay. You eat too.
My goodness.
Don't you even know how to knock?
Who knocks before entering his wife's room?
The husband in one room, the wife in another.
I bet I'm the unluckiest man in the world.
If you want to complain, complain later. I'm going to work.
Don't you see the kids fought because of us?
If you know they're trying so hard, just give in and patch up with me.
What is this mess?
What do you think you're doing, using the kids?
You're being so silly.
Silly?
Is it not silly to squeal in front of our kids...
and son-in-law and sleep in a different room?
Am I being silly while you're being independent?
Why do you want to sleep in the same room as me?
What?
For years already, you slept in the bed and I on the floor.
Even if we were in the same space, we never shared our feelings.
Did we ever exchange a sweet joke?
What's the point of sharing a room?
We can do that from now on. Is it that hard?
Why didn't you do it until now if it's that easy?
I don't want to live like that now or in the future.
Your bus has left and I won't come back.
Are you really going to divorce me or something?
Yes. Let's divorce when we're ready.
Why you...
I won't. I can't.
I won't divorce you because I can't stand seeing you so happy.
I won't give you a divorce even if I die and become a ghost.
Hello, Ms. Nam. - Hello, Ms. Nam.
Hello, Ms. Nam. - Hello, Ms. Nam.
Hello. - Hello.
Hello. - Hi.
What's up with everyone? What's going on?
Mi Rae, the president of your fan club.
What did she used to do?
The president? Dal Sook? She's...
What about her?
She called herself "Flying Gasoline" and said...
she was famous in Incheon. Is that all true?
Flying what?
Said who?
Who do you think? She said so herself.
To you?
Why? What did you do?
What would I do?
Watch your back.
From what I heard, she's more like a nuclear bomb than gasoline.
Boom.
Be nice and honest.
Then you'll have nothing to fear.
Shall we start practice then?
Okay. - Yes.
Cheer up.
Flying Gasoline.
Hi.
Cha Dal Rae, you're the best of friends.
It wasn't the first time.
What's wrong with your voice?
Were you cheering for someone?
I did a gig. - A gig?
What gig makes you sing until you lose your voice?
You have that many bookings?
It's really hard work.
It's dead tiring and for pennies too.
Let's go out. My treat.
I can't be bothered.
I don't even have the energy to shower and dress.
Jin Ok's still at work too.
We can hang out at my place.
I told Jin Ok to come over.
Come along. - I can't be bothered.
Come on, move it.
Cheers. - Cheers.
Thanks, my dear friends.
You are the best part of my life.
Did she lose her nerve?
Totally and completely.
She had it coming.
I feel so happy now.
We could've shot a dozen action movies because of you.
Don't give in to anyone now.
My words exactly.
We still have it, don't we? Aren't we still cool?
You bet. It's just your voice that's the problem.
I know. Too bad that a singer lost her voice.
I feel much better now that my throat's...
warmly wrapped up and I drink sweet soothing drinks.
Isn't this all just great?
It's a small part but I'm back,
you found a job, and you got a dream.
You really think so?
To tell you the truth, yesterday,
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