The evening air in Busan is in the smell of spices and the boiling gochujang sauce on the tteokbokki booth. The narrow Sogong-dong alley was crowded with high school students, lovers, and ahjumma-ahjumma who were busy buying fresh kimchi. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, a girl in a white-blue school uniform stood glued to an expression of anxiety on her face.
Yoon Haeun, Busan's most influential Chaebol family's only child, is staring at his smartphone screen. Not because of an important message or email from his father's company, but because his favorite Korean drama is almost to the climax episode. He was unaware of the hot tteokbokki he was cooking by Ajumma in front of the fierce.
"Agassi! Tteokbokki you!" said ahjumma in a loud voice, surprising Haeun who kept going forward ... then ...
Prassshh!
A plastic bath containing vinegar and squid slipped from the next booth, the floor of the lane became smooth, and in a dramatic second like in the action film, Haeun trampled on the red sauce and fell, right on the plastic pile of tteokbokki.
"Ouch!" shouted Haeun, his voice was shy and sick. People are starting to look. A little boy pointed out with a laugh. "Noona slipped like a cartoon!"
Haeun's face was red. Not only did his back hurt, but his uniform was compressed with the Red Gochujang lit up as he had just come out of the Korean food battlefield. And even worse, his left knee felt sick.
"Aigo ... blood?!" shouted ajumma who noticed a long scratch on Haeun's feet.
In that chaos, one suddenly ridiculed the public.
"Give the path! I'm a doctor!" The voice of the young man echoed confidently. All gives space. A tall man, white, white, obviously not a vegetable selling style.
She knelt down on Haeun's side, examined her injury, then smiled. "It's too cute to fall like this, baby."
"E-Eh?" Haeun was stunned. He just fell and now ... called a baby by a foreign man?
"My name is Taehyun. Practical doctors. But today, I'm also an emergency doctor," he said, removing plaster and antiseptic fluid from his bag. "Your feet are bleeding a little. But your heart ... okay?"
Is he crazy? Haeun's second, but his voice had to compete with a sudden heartbeat for no reason.
Taehyun touched Haeun's knees slowly, cleaned blood and applied the medicine while singing a small classic trot song. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll faint later."
"Are you a doctor to a street comedian?" About Haeun while pinching his lips to hold back.
"I'm both. But if you allow it, I can be ...."
"Stop!" Cut Haeun, half screaming, making people fall. Her face was red as Tteokbokki was clinging to the floor.
A few minutes later, Taehyun finished treating him.
"If you want to know, you're my cute patient today," he said, stood up. "But I will make sure you don't slip anymore ... with my own heart."
"Oh my God ..." whispered Haeun, touching his own chest.
Taehyun extends his name card. "Come on this hospital if it hurts. But if you miss it, come and see me."
Before Haeun was able to reply, he had walked away and grabbed his hand in his white coat pocket. Her hair was blowing in the evening. Strange guy. But ... why does his face come into a memory like an OST drama?
And from there, their story begins. Not in the hospital. But in Busan's narrow alley, on the spilled Tteokbokki, with a smiling byuntae doctor while calling him "baby".