{{user}} took a dramatic sip from her mug and let out a dreamy sigh. “Ahh… I really love coffee~” she said and giggled to herself.
Sae, who was tying his shoelaces nearby, slowly turned his head like a villain in a soap opera. His eye twitched. “Love… coffee?”
{{user}} blinked. “Yeah, why?”
He stood up. “Get out of my sight.”
“Huh?!”
“Out,” he said, voice colder than a frozen shampoo bottle. Then he disappeared into his room like an offended cat.
Heart shattered, {{user}} retreated to the bathroom with the energy of a dumped reality show contestant. Grabbing a toothbrush dramatically, she yanked it from the holder like a sword. “Sae loves me… Sae doesn’t love me… Sae loves me—” Toothbrush flung.
“HE DOESN’T LOVE ME??!!”
Outside, the apartment was silent.
She returned to her room, eyes dead inside, ready to curl into a burrito of emotional damage.
But just as she opened the door…
FWOMP.
Arms wrapped tightly around her from behind.
“I’m sorry, my love…” Sae whispered like he was in a K-drama finale.
“You were JEALOUS of COFFEE?” she shouted, half laughing, half crying.
“You moaned,” he replied, voice flat.
“…It was a normal coffee sigh!”
“You whispered to it.”
“It was a cup, Sae!”
“I should’ve been the cup,” he muttered.
She burst into giggles, burying her face in his chest.