"I didn't know you were an art enthusiast" I whispered, leaning towards him slightly. Up close, I realized something horrifying. At my respectable 5'8" height, I still had to look up at him like a lost toddler.
"I'm not" he deadpanned. "Grandpa forced me to an auction. I bought it for ten million."
My jaw dropped.
"Ten… million… won?" I whispered.
"USD."
I short-circuited.
I swear my brain rebooted like Windows XP.
"H-huh?"
"Don't insult me, honey. Ten million won? Even Bam's food costs more than that."
Sir.
I wanted to cry.
He's richer than I thought.
Elon Musk who?
Jeff Bezos where?
And excuse me—WHAT did he just call me?!
Honey?!
SIR?!
I was still buffering when his voice dragged me back.
"Jagi, why are you acting like it's a big amount?"
Jagi?! Excuse me?!
"I can buy you the moon if you want. And I'm not kidding." he casually flexed his black card like it was his business license to own the planet.
Is this… Kang Taemoo 2.0?
Am I being pranked?
