You stepped into the living room in a red silk dress. All was silent. Then—

“…Change.” Jungwon said.

Just that. One word. No emotion.

You crossed your arms. “Excuse me?”

He sighed, stood up, and paced like he was solving a murder mystery.

Jungwon then said, “I support you. I respect you. I trust you. But I don’t trust the people at that restaurant.” He points a finger at the air. “They’ve never seen you before. They are not ready. I’m not ready.”

You grin, enjoying this too much. “So you’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous. I’m just trying to prevent a world war, and you showing up in that dress is a global crisis.” Jungwon defended

He takes off his jacket and offers it to you with a straight face.

He gently tugged at your hand with puppy eyes. “Wear something else… like, anything that doesn’t make me wanna fight the air.”