Chan was the CEO of nearly everything in Seoul. The trains, the roads, maybe even the house you were renting. Well, no. You didn’t rent. You didn’t pay for anything, in fact. You were Chan’s girlfriend, and with that came unconditional love and fat stacks of money that you never had to spend.

Earlier today, you were in bed after chan suited up and left to work while you were asleep. You woke up with a notification that said:

“Chan❤️ sent $1,000 to your account. sorry for leaving without saying bye, go get something nice and i’ll see you tonight. Love you, breakfast is on the stove.”