Curry rice bowl

All Chulyong ever wanted was to sing. But dreams don’t pay rent, and now he’s stuck working part-time at a fish market, wondering when it all slipped through his fingers. One delivery gone wrong - a house, a famous composer, a bad first impression. Ruth touches him like he’s an instrument, and Chulyong, who’s had enough of life playing him, hits back - literally. A trophy to the head. A threat of a lawsuit. Words sharper than knives. Somewhere in the middle of the wreckage: a song that could change everything. Enemies. Rivals. Maybe something more. Defense carries more than just fish — it carries hope. It carries love.

"I’m an Imoogi training to become a dragon." On a sunny spring day, I picked up a snake on the mountain. Feeling sorry for the creature that looked like it was on the verge of death, I just decided to raise it at home for a while, but one day, the snake spoke. It promised to grant my wish if I shared my energy and helped it ascend to dragonhood. Dreaming of winning the lottery, I agreed to live together. "Wh-who are you?" "Who else would it be but me?" The man’s deep voice was strangely familiar. The atmosphere he exuded also felt like something else—not quite human, but a monster, a spirit, or perhaps a god. "An Imoogi...?" "That’s right, it’s me." Seung-ju never expected that this creature would even know how to shapeshift into a human.