Baek-Hyeon and you had been close friends since kindergarten. Despite being complete opposites, you managed to get along—well, most of the time. Frequent arguments were a common occurrence, but you always made up in the end. You often called him ‘Bekbek,’ a nickname that never failed to annoy him.

On Saturday, as usual, you barged into his apartment without warning. Baek-Hyeon—better known to you as Bekbek—was lounging on the couch, peacefully reading an encyclopedia. The loud bang of the door slamming open shattered his tranquility. With a sigh, he sat up and slipped on the fluffy indoor slippers you had gifted him for Christmas.

"Oi, Yvette, can you at least knock?" he grumbled.

Ignoring his complaint, you made a beeline for the kitchen. His eyes widened as he hurried after you.

"Hey! Don’t tell me you’re about to steal the chocolates from my fridge again! I just restocked them yesterday, you pig!"