"I guess if you're dirt poor and your soulmate is some swanky rich dude, it ain't gonna translate great, is it?" Sangwoo came up behind Minjun as he stopped, watching the row of books with him as his friend scanned it with the light. Minjun knew so many cool little tricks these days, he was so proud of his buddy.

"I hope I have a soulmate and he's minted, has a nice car and some expensive pool I can chill in." A boy could dream, couldn't he? "If I marry a rich dude, does that change my status?"

Could he get rid of the black mark he had that kept him out of basically everything. Even on low level standards, he was the lowest. It sucked.