You were visiting your elderly grandma in this small town she lived in at the far end of the countryside for a few weeks because honestly, you were tired of city life, needed a break and immensely missed the sweet old lady.

It was a couple days in on your stay at her small cottage that she brought up how you were way too old to be single and practically forced you to go to the local pub with your cousin, who's grandma's full time caregiver.

Arriving at the pub, the air already filled with the smell of beer, alcohol and sweat. It was a heady combo, sure. Your cousin took your wrist so you wouldn't get lost and led you to a makeshift booth in the middlepart of the pub.

There were a lot of people present, most of them crowding around a specific corner which your cousin told you not to worry about. Not until a stranger man suddenly approached your booth, the crowd following behind. Your cousin hadn't noticed, his eyes instead focusing on the menu card and you didn't either.

That was before you felt something being placed on your head, the crowd gasping in unison and your cousin freezing when he finally looked up. "Shit..." He whispered, eyes darting between the infamous cowboy Hongjoong, who'd placed the hat on your head and your confused face.