“I need to know to play along.”

“Ah, don’t worry. He’s freaking out, telling me to take a leave and rest.”

“Is this good enough?”

Jiwoo seemed pleased with Sarang’s response, her face brightening with joy.

“Wow. I’m jealous. I wish I had a boyfriend like yours. Someone strong, caring, and not complicated with other women.”

Jiwoo glanced at Dohan, particularly emphasizing ‘relations with other women.’ Watching her, Sarang sighed inwardly.

Sorry, Jiwoo, but you’re really awkward right now.

Even I, notorious for being oblivious, wouldn’t be fooled by this.

But Jiwoo seemed delighted with her own ‘stellar performance.’

“Since I’m going to my parents’ house this weekend, why don’t you invite your boyfriend over…”

“Kang Jiwoo.”

Dohan’s deep voice resonated in the car as Jiwoo was about to deliver her final blow.

Both Jiwoo and Sarang jumped.

“You couldn’t con anyone if you tried.”

“…What?”

“You’re also bad at lying.”

Birds of a feather, indeed.

Both Kang Jiwoo and Lee Sarang were so naively pure.

Dohan’s heart had sunk hearing Sarang had a boyfriend.

It was a hellish moment until he caught sight of her face in the rearview mirror, realizing she had no idea who her supposed boyfriend was.

It was a story fabricated by Jiwoo.

“It’s not a lie?”

Jiwoo, flustered, stammered, trying to make it seem real.

Her determination to prove it was admirable.

Sarang watched them, resigned to their fate.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“And how old is this boyfriend?”

“Twenty-five.”

“His name?”

“Why do you need to know, oppa?”

“Still haven’t decided on a name, I see.”

Dohan coolly responded as he parked in the company’s underground lot.

Jiwoo, feeling insulted, trembled as she unbuckled her seatbelt and Sarang’s too.

“Why should I decide Sarang’s boyfriend’s name? It’s not a lie.”

“So, you don’t even know the name of your close friend’s boyfriend.”

“Of course, I do!”

Dohan got out of the car, seemingly indifferent, and Jiwoo quickly followed.

Sarang felt she should intervene in her friend’s desperate effort.

They had chosen the wrong opponent.

In front of Dohan, we were still just naive freshmen.

As Sarang got out of the car, Dohan waited and then closed the rear door.

Turning to leave, Jiwoo blocked his path.

“Jeong Yunjae.”

Dohan’s eyes widened slightly at the familiar name.

“He dropped out shortly after meeting Sarang. They’ve been together for already four years.”

Jiwoo hadn’t expected Dohan to remember Yunjae, a brief acquaintance of his ex-girlfriend’s friend from five years ago.

“Then, have a good day. Let’s go, Sarang.”

Jiwoo, ignoring Dohan’s stern expression, pulled Sarang away and left the parking lot.

“Even so, how could you make my boyfriend yours?”

Sarang shook her head in disbelief as they entered the elevator.

She hadn’t realized her friend could be so reckless.

“Ah, forget it. He’s not going to meet Yunjae anyway. How would he know if he’s my boyfriend or yours?”

Jiwoo irritably brushed through her hair.
The original Korean paragraph consists of 3 lines. I will translate it verbatim into English while keeping the exact same number of lines as the original in the English translation.

Getting heated up since morning made it feel hot even though it was February.

Seeing Jiwoo fanning herself with her hand, Sarang could only sigh.

She immediately wanted to leave work as soon as she arrived today.