My name is John, not Joon-Ho.

Korean dramas, or K-drama for short, are always fun to watch.
They're exciting, over-the-top, emotional roller-coasters that can sometimes be slightly traumatizing.

My wife Suzy and I both grew up in California. We've been married for three and a half years and I love her to death. Two years ago, we both made the courageous decision to move to South Korea to teach English. We now live together in a cozy one-bedroom apartment in the Mapo District of Seoul.

I'm not a fan of Korean dramas. The anticipation and suspense that is pretty much what makes a drama, well, a drama; is not my cup of tea. That and I still require English subtitles.
Suzy, on the other hand, speaks fluent Korean and is a sucker for K-dramas. She is absolutely mesmerized by them. She adores the five-hundred different camera angles switching back and forth, the slow-motion crying sequences with falling leaves in the background, the overused original soundtracks, and other lengthy (but oh-so-necessary) fillers that take up at least forty percent of the entire series.

My wife sees the world through drama-land colored lenses, especially now. Since we live in South Korea, that incredible imagination of her's has just been working overtime. She's somehow convinced herself that since we live in the homeland of her beloved dramas, we should be just like the characters of the series she indulges in too! Don't get me wrong, I love that she's keeping her mind active. But then again, I'm starting to suspect that she has a screw loose somewhere up there.

She started calling me Joon-Ho one day. "Don't you like it? Joon-Ho? It sounds so much better than plain old John. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but you know what I mean," she said. "And don't you think Soo-Jin sounds so much prettier than Suzy? Suzy just makes me sound like an old grandma! The fortune-teller I saw the other said that changing our names would bring us good luck too!" You love her, John, remember that. Don't look into her eyes. Avoid eye-contact. Avoid, avoid...
"I think it suits us!" She's in denial, I have to stop her. "Suzy!" I didn't mean to shout. Honest, I didn't. "We're not even Asian! And we already have names! Why would we need or even want to change something we already have?" I'm just trying to state a fact.

Oh no, she's walking away from me. I was rude. She's angry. She definitely hates me now.
She– stopped?
"Aren't you going to grab my wrist roughly, hug me and tell me not to leave you?" she scoffs while spinning to face me. "Umm... What?" I was confused. Wasn't she angry at me? Why was she telling me to hug her all of a sudden? I mean, I know she was angry, but I'm pretty sure she wasn't going to leave me because of what I said. "Urrgh! You're so dense!" My feet move before I can question the situation any further and I give her a tight hug before she explodes on me again. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave me, Suz–" she's glaring at me. "I mean, Soo-Jin," I admit defeatedly. "Aww, I love you, Joon-Ho!" You're crazy, but I love you too, Suzy.

John.

Joon-Ho.