Burial Bro Drops the Mic
Yeah~ It's Burial Bro.
"I fucking love that woman, you know?"
My bold declaration silenced the murmuring press room in an instant, like dousing it with ice water.
Gu Bor-a's dumbfounded face was a sight to behold.
Why the hell would I hate women?
I've got a wife this gorgeous, and I adore my mom and little sister to death.
"D-don't... don't lie!"
Gu Bor-a's eyes shook wildly in panic.
"Let me turn the question around. Why do you think I hate women?"
"......"
"I've been married twice, you know?"
I shrugged casually.
"How do you get married if you hate women? Twice, no less. Doesn't add up, does it?"
It was the most straightforward, common-sense fact.
Gu Bor-a gaped like a fish out of water, speechless.
"Th-then... what do you call criticizing the Ministry of Gender Equality and going on about how things are still unfair to women if not misogyny!?"
What the fuck kind of bullshit is that?
My inner thought nearly slipped out loud.
I let out a hollow chuckle and adjusted the mic.
"That's ridiculous. Criticizing the ministry makes me a misogynist? Is it some sacred cow?"
I stared her down.
"My turn to ask, Gu Bor-a."
"......?"
"Do you find rapists repulsive?"
She frowned at the out-of-left-field question.
"Of course? Why even ask..."
"What about date violence or stalking?"
"They should be wiped out! Horrific crimes."
"Right?"
I grinned.
She took the bait.
"Same here."
"Huh?"
"I don't hate women. I love my mom, my sister, and my wife. What I hate isn't women—it's the ones doing repulsive shit."
There's that saying: when weird shit happens in world history, blame the Brits and you're usually right.
The nation dubbed "Hate Korea." Turns out, it was them all along.
I criticize shitty behavior, and it turns out the Ministry of Gender Equality is behind it—what, that's misogyny now? Fuck that.
To demolish her logic, I tossed out a hypothetical.
"Reporter, suppose you had a ton of money."
"......"
"But your husband cheats, you divorce, and you have to hand over half your assets to that prick. Could you?"
"......!"
Gu Bor-a's face twisted. Just imagining it furrowed her brow deeply.
"No way, right? You'd be furious, couldn't sleep."
"That's..."
"I've never hated women once. I've only called out behavior worth hating. But it turns out most of those culprits are Korean women—what am I supposed to do about that?"
Chuckles leaked from the crowd.
I drove the nail in.
"Example: If a rapist or abuser you called repulsive doesn't pay compensation—instead, the victim has to pay them—fair?"
"......"
"That's exactly our asset division law. Victims paying perpetrators."
I snapped coldly.
"I resisted and criticized that broken system. How does that twist into misogyny? Miraculous logic."
"......"
Gu Bor-a was struck dumb, honey-mouthed.
No counterargument. Even she knew it was unfair.
"And MCC News has some real bad blood with me."
I took it further, targeting her outlet.
"That reporter who snuck into my hospital room, caught filming upskirts—still in a U.S. jail, right?"
"......!"
"Is that why you're here, grudge-fueled, trying to pin misogyny on me?"
I clicked my tongue.
"I'm talking normal vs. abnormal, and MCC— the ones who trashed me in Korea for not settling—shows their level."
One wrong question, and not only no scoop, but her company dragged too.
Gu Bor-a's face ripened tomato-red. She slumped into her seat.
I grabbed the mic again, facing the cameras head-on.
Final message to Korean society.
"At some point, Korea turned into a freak show. Call out wrong as wrong, and you're 'hating.' Are women sacred?"
I let it rip.
"Calling out shitty behavior as shitty, but criticizing it makes you the shitty one. An irrational society."
Government suits gasped at the raw words, but I didn't stop.
"Sick of that suffocating society no single citizen can change, I fled to America. But for those staying—find the guts to resist the wrongs."
I gripped the podium and declared.
"We'll sue everyone announced here. I'll watch how much Korea changes because of me."
Said my piece.
Felt damn good.
"This press conference is over."
I nodded and stepped down without a backward glance.
Flashes exploded behind like fireworks, but my steps were lighter than ever.
Real talk: purely legally, suing ex-wife Kim Ji-su wouldn't hit hard.
At best, defamation. First offense? Slap-on-the-wrist fine, a few million won.
But Ji-hoon scored massive from 12 hours detained.
Perfect win in the reciprocal U.S. asset division suit.
A sharp jab at why he had to abandon his homeland—the irrational society.
And finally: social burial for all who'd attacked and slandered him.
Hadn't Korea's media and Ji-su painted him public enemy number one?
He'd sued via his uncle a few times already—ended in fines.
Unless you stab or beat someone crippled, Korean law barely punishes non-physical harm.
So Ji-hoon chose: become Burial Bro.
The ripple effect was beyond imagination.
Massive viewership for the conference—not just curiosity.
Their livelihoods hung in the balance.
Koreans oddly belittled America.
World's superpower. Only nation that could war globally and endure.
But Korea's polarized politics, anti-American sentiment, and nationalism bred baseless confidence.
We can thrive without America.
Why kowtow forever?
Reality check?
Why did the government grovel, accepting all terms?
Simple: domestic stocks plummeted in under a week.
Export-dependent nation, exports blocked—companies screamed.
And crucially: anti-American loudmouths sending kids to study/live in the U.S.
"Deportation" made power players tuck tail.
"Ideology's worthless before hunger."
Full belly needed for anti-Americanism, self-reliance talk, ideology games.
With exchange rates exploding, domestic economy shattered, starvation looming—pride means shit?
True self-defense? Only U.S., China, Russia in this world.
Korea? No.
Just geopolitically vital, U.S. alliance spoiling the pup that barked fearless.
Ji-hoon exposed the ugly truth.
U.S. sanctions? Korean economy crumbles pathetically.
Gov and public learned bone-deep via one man.
Ji-hoon lay in his family home, staring at the ceiling.
"Whew..."
Chest clear as day.
Regular salaryman? Crushed by gov/ministry pressure, silenced despite injustice.
How many speak freely in society?
But Ji-hoon was different.
Stock gallery heated post-broadcast.
Burial Bro's presser, gut-punch for Korea's "fourth-class citizens" men, earning rave reviews.
Divorce common, so Choi Hyun-jin victims crawling out.
Meanwhile, women's communities burned for different reasons.
Actor Kim Min-jun, sweet younger guy/national little bro heartthrob.
Homewrecker with married woman, state-funded? Fans shattered.
Anti-Ji-hoon, pro-Ji-su sentiment flipped overnight.
Betrayed by trusted axe on foot.
Crisis of lost gains.
All arrows now at culprits: Kim Ji-su, Kim Min-jun, and the dumb ministry stunt.