First I make you sick, then I make you better...

[dangermousie]

And dysfunctional fun continues. I am beginning to believe Saran and Damo are both into some sort of weird emotional BDSM.



Saran finds out Damo got sick, maybe from his little cold water shower, but likely from all the stress of watching the girl of his dreams be propositioned, insulted and made drunk by pervy guys on a regular basis. So she makes porridge. Mmmmm.




Oh, for God's sake, you clearly love him. Just go with him already.







By now, Damo has got to be the most confused man in Korea, with Saran blowing hot and cold the way she is.



Awwwwwwww. She scolds him for not taking better care of himself. Hooray for wifely nagging.






He's all "hey, that way I get lucky and get to eat My Lady Saran's porridge."





So cute together!



She is checking whether his fever is gone. Saran, you do realize you are sending the world's most mixed signals?



I adored this whole conversation, but my favorite part was when he told her that she has such an admirable strong character that if they get married, she'd be marrying down and not him.





He is this close to convincing her. You can tell in the way she asks for a little more time. But we can't have that! What will we do for 20+ more eps then? So, what next obstacle?



Yup. That's Damo's Mom's face on seeing what her only son and heir has been doing. Uh-oh. Tbh, I don't dislike her for her undoubted opposition - she's a decent woman and a good mother, but not only is she subject to prejudices of her class, Saran is no longer just a poor graduate dance student from a lower-class family (who I believe she would have eventually accepted after some griping), she's an orphan of unknown parents (who could be some druggies with awful genes) and she's a gisaeng. I am no conservative upper-class Korean lady but if my only child took up with a stripper (I'd imagine the equivalent socially in the West) and wanted to marry her, I'd have a fit.

Oh, and the ep ends on this. Saran is singing Alla Pugacheva's famous "Million Red Roses" to a bunch of Russians as Damo is watching through the door. She's singing in Russian. OMG. She has an accent, of course, but I could understand her very well. I was impressed.




The whole gist of the song is about unforgettable romantic memories which are worth it, despite the cost, and which illumine the rest of your life, even if you can't be together. Hope this isn't some hint for our angsty lovebirds.

Well, at least, look at it this way - at least one of you is not a suicidal stripper and the other not a badass mercenary who feels it's somehow his fault that a nice upperclass girl ended up that way. But then you'd be Amy/Jackson from Swallow the Sun. One of my favorite secondary OTPs ever.