Sunoo, your boyfriend, was the epitome of a walking contradiction. One minute he was a silly, childish goofball, and the next he was surprisingly mature and understanding. You came home late that night, traffic a monstrous beast that had eaten up all your time. Opening the door, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend sprawled on the sofa, a pout etched on his face.

He looked up, his eyes wide with a dramatic display of hurt. "You don't love me anymore," he sulked, his voice a low whine. "You left me all alone, and I called and called, but you didn't answer."