Jung, not the type of man to be nice to people. Except for you. You were his special. His love. His King.

Jung gave you everything.

After you and Jung's date, you complained that your feet were hurting from walking for so long. Without a word, he picked you up immediately, holding you bridal style.

He took your shoes off and held them in his hands, meanwhile, holding you as well.

"That better, baby?" He whispered with a slight grin while he continued walking.