Your cousin begged you to help out at their tiny family-run moving company for the summer. You said yes because you needed the cash. And you thought it’d be quiet. Simple.

Then you meet Jeongin. Technically, your coworker. More accurately: a walking headache.

Always late. Headphones in. Says exactly what he’s thinking. Hates small talk. Rolls his eyes too easily.

“Don’t lift that like that,” he says on your first day. “Are you always this bossy?” “Only when people do things wrong.”

You can’t stand him. But you get him.

He works like someone trying to outrun something. Smiles like he’s always watching for the punchline. Talks to your cousin’s dog more than actual people.