MC: Um… Jumin, could you let go of me now? Everyone’s staring…
Jumin: I don’t see a reason for your embarrassment, my love. As my spouse, this level of closeness is only natural. *hugging them possessively*
MC: Normally, I wouldn’t feel this way… but this is a school, and we’re in front of teenagers!
Ace and the others: ...
Ace: Bruh, you're married?
MC: Uh, yes? Haven't I told you that?
Ace: Um, no?
MC: Oh. Now you know.
Ace: ...
Vil: I was aware you had a few redeeming qualities, potato—but I never expected you to be married to the heir of a conglomerate.
MC: Fair enough.
Vil: *raises an eyebrow*
MC: I mean, if you were to hear how we fell in love, you're not going to believe it.
Vil: ...
Vil: Now you've got me intrigued.
MC: ...
MC: I feel like I'm going to be judged.
Ace and Deuce: ELEVEN DAYS?!!
Jumin: *elegantly drinks water* Yes. Is there a problem?
Ace: Dude—I mean, sir?! That's a short time to fall in love!
Jumin: *smiles faintly* Not in our case. Those eleven days were more than sufficient for us to recognize that we are meant for one another.
Ace and Deuce: ...
Ace and Deuce: *whisper to each other*
Ace: You think MC needs help?
Deuce: We should ask when they're alone.
