DO NOT COPY
Minjae had the audacity. The audacity to ignore you.
Your golden retriever of a boyfriend — sunshine smile, clingy arms, and loud declarations of love — suddenly decided to play cool and aloof. He scrolled through his phone, didn’t answer your third “baby~” in a row, and even walked past you without his usual attack-hug from behind.
Oh. Okay. So this is war.
Fine. If he wanted to act unbothered, you’d show him what unbothered really looked like.
You flopped on the couch, phone in hand, face blank. When he passed by again, you didn’t even look up. You crossed your legs like royalty and hummed a little tune, just loud enough to make sure he heard your indifference. Then, for good measure, you giggled at something on your screen.
You weren’t even reading anything.
He paused mid-step. Hesitated. Peeked at you from the corner of his eye like a confused puppy.
Still, you didn’t look at him.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. He casually walked by again — slower this time — with his phone definitely off, pretending to scroll.
You blinked at your screen. Yawned. Still no Minjae in your world.
He cleared his throat.
No response.
He tried again, this time dramatically bumping into the table beside you with a fake “Ouch.”
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
Now came Phase 2: You got up, stretched like you were in the best mood of your life, and wandered off to the kitchen humming sweetly. On purpose, you didn’t call out to him. No baby voice. No "Minmin~". No affection. Just cold, unbothered queen energy.
When you came back with a snack, he was slumped on the floor like a sad dog waiting at the door of a closed pet café.
You walked past him. Didn’t even glance.
He blinked up at you.
“You mad?” Nothing. You opened your bag of chips.
“Baby, come onnnn. I was just joking—” Silence.
He stood up, tried to wrap his arms around you from behind. You sidestepped.
He audibly gasped like you stabbed him with a dagger made of heartbreak. “Are you—are you ignoring me?? Is this REVENGE??”
You finally looked up with the coldest, most heartless smile. “Oh, I don’t know, Minjae. Maybe I’m just unbothered. Like someone was earlier?”
His jaw dropped. His hands flew to his heart like he was physically wounded. “NOOOO—BABY. NOT YOU TOO. I’M SORRY. I WAS WRONG. I WAS SO WRONG. YOU'RE EVIL.
He flopped onto the couch like he’d just fainted from grief. “I haven’t been loved in minutes. MINUTES, BABY.”
You walked right past his dramatic collapse and sat down again, pulled the blanket over your lap like you were in a hotel suite, not even home.
Then—finally, painfully, when he could take it no more—he peeked over the back of the couch, eyes wide and devastated.
“Baby?”
You didn’t flinch. You swiped on your phone like you didn’t even know a Minjae existed on this Earth.
“You’re mad at me?” he asked again, crawling closer like a sulking puppy who broke his favorite toy.
You sipped your drink. Silent. Powerful.
“Okay I’m sorry I WAS JUST MESSING WITH YOU,” he finally blurted, practically rolling into your lap, face squished against your thigh. “I wanted you to get all pouty and cling to me—BUT YOU IGNORED ME INSTEAD?? WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT???”
You finally looked down at him, smirking like a villain. “Oh? Did it hurt? Good.”
He whimpered dramatically. “I’m never doing that again. Please love me. PLEASE. I’m dying.”