Your eyes were fixed on your boyfriend as he carefully dragged the soft bristles of the nail polish brush across your delicate, pinkish nails. They were slightly overgrown, with a few hangnails and imperfections, but Jungwon thought they were beautiful. "They make you, you," he had said once. You were in awe that this was his way of cheering you up after you had cried. His tongue stuck out slightly from the side of his mouth, his round eyes focused intently on the light opaque shade of pink. 