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'Crazy about Gold/Money' and 'The Ice Queen'

It is said that women experience a couple of times in their lives when men flock to them.

Perhaps my first time was during this period?

At a bookstore in Gwanghwamun. While waiting for a bus. On the subway during my commute home.

Many men approached me with lines starting with, “I’m not a weirdo,” and I refused them, running away.

A team leader from the same department at my company, and a certain employee from a neighboring department, both confessed their feelings to me.

Of course, I had no intention of dating within the company, so I politely refused them, and they all resigned.

One day, I attended a wedding of a former colleague. We weren’t close friends, but there was no reason for me to decline the invitation.

I greeted the bride in the waiting room and was about to give her the wedding gift when I searched for my ‘bag-carrying’ friend, but no one was there.

“Is there no one taking wedding gifts?”

“Oh, if it’s inconvenient, could you please give it to my brother outside?”

I looked around with the envelope in hand and asked a man.

“Are you the bride’s younger brother?”

“Ah… yes.”

“This is the wedding gift. Could you please take it and give it to her separately?”

The wedding ended, and I was on my way home when I received a text message.

“Thank you so much for coming to the wedding today.”

“Weren’t you supposed to leave for your honeymoon right away?”

“I had some time, so I was greeting people and saying thank you.”

“Congratulations, and have a good honeymoon.”

“Um… but…”

“Why? Is there anything you want to say?”

“Ah… I don’t usually say things like this, but… would you perhaps have dinner with my younger brother sometime?”

“Younger brother?”

“Yeah, the guy you gave the wedding gift to earlier.”

“Ah… I did.”

“This kid keeps bugging me to introduce you to him. Please don’t feel pressured, but would you consider having dinner with him?”

I was surprised, but it wasn’t something to be offended by, so I smiled and said I would.

The younger brother, after receiving my number from his sister, contacted me right away. He wanted to have dinner the next day.

So, I made a reservation.

It was just an ordinary early dinner.

He seemed nervous, his legs were trembling, but it wasn’t bad.

He said that he thought I was his ideal type at first sight, and even though it was rude, he begged his sister for my contact information.

He confessed shyly, clearing his throat, and it was a bit awkward but sincere.

He said he wanted to get married and start a family soon, that he wasn’t joking around and I shouldn’t misunderstand.

At that time, it was just a story to boost my self-esteem, something like, ‘I went to a wedding and got a confession from a younger man.’

“Sister!! What are you doing?”

He called me late at night the next day, drunk.

“No, I just started my new job and we had a company dinner. I drank a little.”

“I guess so. You need to get some rest now so you can go to work tomorrow.”

“I showed your picture to everyone and bragged that you’re my girlfriend?”

“What?”

“I showed them your profile picture and said you’re my girlfriend, and they all said you’re pretty. Is it okay?”

I got goosebumps.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate. We had dinner once. I’m not feeling good about this.”

I’m sorry, it was a mistake. I won’t do it again. But I really love you. I can get married right now.

I didn’t know how to calm him down and get him to hang up.

I coaxed him, telling him to sleep and we’d talk again tomorrow, and finally hung up after an hour.

I was completely dumbfounded about what was happening.

It was almost dawn, but I urgently sent a message to the bride who was on her honeymoon in Europe.

“I’m sorry, but can you please control your brother?”

“Ugh~ I’m sorry. I’m going to kill that little bastard.”

Dinner and tea. Dinner and tea. Dinner and tea. Sometimes three times, sometimes five times.

Without doing anything special, men expressed their love for me.

They wanted to hold my hand, and they wanted to kiss me.

They asked if I only wanted them, and they wondered why I didn’t want to see them every day. Sometimes they blamed me.

I couldn’t understand how men could express their love after just a few meals.

In the end, they all ended up making themselves feel like criminals, apologizing with the words, ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t confess my feelings,’ and drew a line.

As this situation repeated, I began to wonder if I was the abnormal one.

“What kind of crazy magic does my sister have that makes all these men go crazy?”

My close younger sibling sighed and said that there was a time when men flocked to women, and it seemed like that time for me.

But I was too scared to enjoy that situation, and I became an ‘Ice Queen’ with an impenetrable fortress.