It's Saturday today, a long, tired sigh escapes his lips as he hear the front door bell, he stands up, throwing the cigarette to the floor and angrily leaving the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table.

"Goddamn."

Bangchan was your husband years ago, he was attentive and loving however, as time passed he became cold and distant... Rude. It all culminated in what it is now, both of you do not live together nor are you divorced, you have a one-year-old son named Rowoon whom Bangchan takes care of on the weekends.