Sharing Yoona

I'm not cool like the jocks who stare at my gorgeous Korean wife.

I can't even afford to take her clubbing. I know she goes out without me.

But at least for her birthday, I can do something for her. I can barely afford it, but I take my wife to see her favorite hip-hop artist in concert: BBD.

BBD is huge. He preens around the stage like a cobra ready to strike. And when my wife wants a bottle of champagne, I can't afford to buy it for her, but BBD can. He sprays it all over my wife from up above us, and laughs at my reaction.

Then he invites my wife up on stage. And he wants me to watch.

It's humiliating. And addictive.

My precious wife is whispering in his ear?

This is going too far. I feel powerless. He's far superior to me.

All I can do is clean up after him.

And now... this huge, strong man is speaking Korean to my wife and making her laugh? This is too much. My wife never kissed me like that. She never kissed me at all.

I'm worried. Really worried. And excited. Really excited.

Sharing Yoona is going much farther than I expected, and I'm just the audience and cleanup crew. The worst part is that I'm enjoying the ride.