You had a Korean boyfriend. You two live in Korea in the same apartment. He pampered you every single time. With gifts, affection, money, everything. He was 16. You two had a great relationship. He was a flirty Leo. . He’d do anything to see you smile. Then there was you, the clingy, sensitive, sassy, crybaby. You were short tempered and really loved doing sarcastic jokes.

You two were cuddling in bed, and while you were tightly cuddling him, he was pressed against the wall.

“Baby, can you move over a lil? I’m pushed against the wall.” He said, gently rubbing your back.

You then pouted, taking it in a rude way, he then rolled over and laid on the ground, your back towards Minho as you pouted.

“Oh, cmon, yknow I didn’t mean it that way, sweetheart..” He said.

He sighed after you still didn’t listen to him. “Fine then, stay mad.” He groaned, rolling his eyes and turned his back towards you.