Be Melodramatic (멜로가 체질)

All right, guys.

Let's talk more about the trend of literature.

What is the trend of literature? - It was love.

It has two big meanings.

One is the ideological flow of literature.

The other is the expression method...

of literature.

That's it for today.

Thank you. - Thank you.

Let's have lunch. - I'm on a diet.

Do you want to eat with me?

What? Me? I mean...

Me?

My friend didn't come today, so I have no one to have lunch with.

Let's go.

I see.

What food do you like?

Tteokbokki.

So you like spicy food. - What?

Yes, I like spicy food.

Wheat cakes? - Yes.

It's got to have some soup.

Right, and I should mix it with boiled yolk.

It has to taste like artificial seasoning.

Not to mention pickled radish.

I could've had lunch alone.

Me too.

Don't you have any friends?

I don't have many.

Don't you think...

it might become trendy...

to eat and drink alone in the future?

It's nothing worth to be trendy.

Like there will be restaurants and bars...

for single customer.

That sounds strange.

Perhaps, it might become a familiar sight to encounter.

That's cold-hearted. - Right.

That might not be so good.

Thank you for asking me to eat together.

I wanted to eat with you.

I see.

Can I ask why?

Why did you drop out of the club? - What?

Because I did. - Right.

Why did you change liberal arts classes?

You followed me.

It's soju.

I've been drinking since a while ago.

So you like bitter food.

Yes, I do.

Since the afternoon.

I didn't think I could muster up my courage.

I did this much, so I hope you do something too.

How much should you drink to get tipsy?

Half a bottle.

Drink a little more.

Now say what you want to say to me.

I like you.

Tteokbokki is actually sweet, not spicy.

Soju is also sweet, not spicy.

But that wasn't the only reason...

why our kiss was so sweet.

It was love.

Do you know what women's gaze are like when they're in love?

What is it like?

Do you know what men's nostrils are like when they're in love?

What is it like?

That's cute.

Countless words we exchanged...

were lame and random,

but they were like the sweetest whisper.

Thank you. - Thank you.

We were given the most reasonable cause to do...

the most childish behaviours.

How was your lecture?

I need to go throw up.

I'll go with you.

Those who saw us felt most uncomfortable,

but we were always the same.

Always eventually became often.

I said I'm sorry.

Let go. - We were often the same.

Hey.

We often had a fight. - Let go.

I said I'm sorry. - Get off me.

Let go of me.

Okay.

At some point, we came to trust...

that fights wouldn't lead to breaking up,

and the trust set us at ease.

Ironically unlike in the beginning, we didn't accept...

each other's differences which we were already aware.

We fought more often and more fiercely.

No, we became cheap.

Are you frowning to say something again?

Why are you throwing a fit without knowing what I'm going to say?

I grabbed your hand, not throwing a fit.

I held your hand first.

You never apologized first.

Is it that fun to discuss who apologized first?

Why don't you just do statistics with it?

You didn't even text me after going home on Friday.

Why was that?

That's off our topic.

Our topic is that you throw a fit often and that you never apologize.

We're talking about your fault,

so move onto my fault after we're done with it.

When I didn't text you because I was tired,

you hated it and suspected me for no reason.

This is the first time I'm making an issue out of it.

We need to talk about your fault first.

You drank until dawn and answered my phone...

after noon the next day.

Can't you hear me?

Talk about me when we're done talking about you.

What's so important about that?

It is important.

That's not something you should pick on with our hands held together.

Let go then.

Don't you dare leave. Or it's the end for us.

Hey!

It's raining!

If you barely put on a band-aid...

on a wound that needs to be dressed...

Can we stop walking?

Let's take a walk when there's no fine dust.

You can just ask me without sounding annoyed.

I'm not annoyed. I'm just saying.

Then what about that frown?

I know when you're annoyed and when you aren't.

What's the problem?

I told you already. I want to stop walking.

That means you had a problem. You were annoyed.

Then why did you say you were just saying?

Is your goal to make me admit...

that I was annoyed?

Why are you annoyed all the time? Does that run in your family?

Run in my family?

Then does your pettiness run in your family too?

Pettiness?

Then stop seeing me.

Are you saying we should break up? - You said it.

No, tell me clearly. Are you saying we should break up?

You do it. You want to break up. - You say it.

Okay, let's break up. Let's please break up!

Did you say we're breaking up? - Yes, don't you get it?

Don't you understand Korean? Should I speak in English?

Go ahead. Do it.

I want to break up with you. Let's break up!

Get lost! - Thank you. Bye.

What? "Thank you"? Hey, you.

"Thank you"? Say that again. "Thank you"?

Say that again. "Thank you"? Is that something you should say?

Why not? You're allowed to say it, but I'm not?

This is what you said to me last time we broke up.

We barely stopped ourselves...

and repeatedly broke up and dated again for no reason.

Then we got to a point that we broke up with a single word.

And we also learned to get back together...

with a word too.

About the time when restaurants and bars...

began to serve single-serving dishes,

we finally, truly broke up.

My friend said she saw you...

two nights ago...

at a motel.

Do you have anything to say?

I thought it wasn't love.

I thought so when it seemed like our hearts can't be wounded anymore,

yet we found ourselves clawing out each other as we broke up.

I thought so when I began to think that I grew indifferent over time.

I just wanted to trust...

my dishonest stubbornness that thought it wasn't love.

Love may change,

but the truth doesn't.

It was love.

But the reason why I cried yesterday...

isn't that I couldn't get over him.

I couldn't get over how much I suffered.

That means I'm not over myself, not him.

I suddenly thought of how sad my life was...

to have spent most of my 20s with 1 man.

That's it.

Come to think about it, when you were the prettiest on the outside,

you were with Hwan Dong who was at his lowest.

What? I'm the prettiest now.

What makes you think that?

My attitude?

She needs to be compensated. - Compensated?

I'm sure she felt happy over the course of that period.

I don't think it's something she should get compensated for.

And the beauty of someone in their 20s isn't just for women.

Wasn't Hwan Dong the most beautiful at that time?

Well, if you think about it from a gay guy's perspective.

I mean, I'm sure he is a precious and adored son at home.

You're usually on our side,

but when we badmouth a hot guy, you suddenly take their side.

Does Moon Soo know that you're like this?

Yes, that's why I'm loved.