Go Okrim: "Hyung, this thing probably thinks you're its dad because you're the one who planted it."
To be honest, Kim Haru was also starting to think the same thing.
He looked at the mutated wheat that was clinging to his arm and tried to reason with it. "Look, look here, okay? You're green all over your body, but I'm, have black hair and white skin—no green. I've got arms and legs, but you've just got leaves. I've got eyes, a nose, a mouth, and hair. I can't be planted in the ground, and I don't need watering or fertilizing. We're not the same species, do you get it?"
Mutated wheat: No, I don't get it. I just want a hug.
The mutated wheat continued to stick to Kim Haru, paying no attention to his reasoning.
"Haru, let me try," Go Okrim said, unable to stand by and watch. He'd never even gotten to act cute with Haru's arm, and now a plant had beaten him to it. He was fuming.
