The bomb was ticking. Tick, tick, tick. Just like the nervous tic in your eye. You could’ve sworn you were about to explode. All you could hear was bark, bark, bark. Was the dog really in the apartment next door? Because it felt like it was sitting on the pillow right next to yours, bursting your eardrum with its bark, bark, bark for God knows how many nights in a row.

Knock, knock, knock went your fist on the door of apartment 143, where that Jisung guy or whatever his name was lived. Your patience was at its limit; the bomb’s fuse was almost burned out. You were about to give this dimwit a piece of your mind about him and his damn dog. Knock, knock, knock.

The door creaked open slightly, and a pair of round eyes stared at you, blinking those deer-like lashes. Blink, blink, blink. And the bark, bark, bark got even louder. There it was—this small, white, curly, and obnoxiously loud creature, barking its head off at its owner's feet.

“Hi?” came a sheepish smile. This idiot better speak louder if he wanted to be heard over his animal’s barking.