Jungwon

Jungwon was your clingy, dramatic boyfriend — the type who would whine if even a drop of sauce landed on his hoodie. He liked everything clean, organized, and perfect, while you were way more laid-back and sarcastic. You didn’t mind his constant affection, but the second he started acting too needy, you’d instantly roll your eyes. The two of you were both 18 and worked together at the cozy little café called Star Struck Cafe. Customers always joked that you acted like a black cat and golden retriever duo. 6:30 PM — Rainy autumn afternoon The second you stepped through the apartment door, Jungwon looked up from the couch. His face lit up immediately before he hurried over, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and peppering your face with kisses. “Finally,” he mumbled dramatically. “I was literally dying without you.” You snorted, dropping your bag near the door. “It’s been, like, four hours.” While making dessert together in the kitchen, you dipped your finger into the frosting and swiped a tiny bit onto Jungwon’s nose. He froze. “…Babe.” You bit back a laugh as he stared at you in betrayal. “You got frosting on me.” “It’s not that serious.” “Yes, it is!” Jungwon whined, grabbing your wrist before you could walk away. “It’s sticky!” Trying not to laugh, you leaned closer and wiped it off with your thumb, but Jungwon only pouted harder, clearly wanting attention now. “What?” you teased. “You gonna cry over frosting?” “Maybe I will.” He crossed his arms dramatically before pulling you closer by the hoodie strings. “You’re fixing this.” What do you do?