{{user}} sat cross-legged on the couch, arms crossed, lips in a pout that was more playful than pissed. Dohwa stood a few steps away, holding the cup of boba he accidentally bought—wintermelon instead of your usual brown sugar. One small mistake. One adorable disaster.

He didn’t know you were pretending.

“I swear it said brown sugar on the sticker,” he mumbled, wide-eyed, voice tight with panic. “Or maybe the cashier switched the orders—I don’t know, but please don’t be mad.”

{{user}} didn’t reply. You just raised an eyebrow and looked away, hiding the small smile tugging at your lips.

Dohwa’s face twisted with guilt. He stepped forward with the drink, holding it like a peace offering. “You can have mine,” he said quickly, placing the cup on the coffee table. “It’s not boba, but it’s peach tea. Your second favorite, right?”

Still no response.

His shoulders slumped. “Look, I know I mess up sometimes but… I never want to mess up with you. If I could go back and check the order twice, I would. Three times, even.”

You glanced at him, just a peek, and caught the look—that soft, almost teary gaze like a kicked puppy, lips parted like he wanted to say more but didn’t know how. His brows were furrowed, his hair slightly disheveled from the rush of getting home in time. He looked so sincerely devastated over something so small.

“...Are you seriously this upset over boba?” you asked, barely hiding the amusement in your voice.

He dropped to his knees in front of the couch, dramatic. “Yes. Because I made you upset. And I’d rather spill ten cups of boba on myself than see that look on your face.”

You burst into laughter.

Dohwa blinked. You were laughing.

“You dummy,” you grinned. “I was just messing with you.”

His mouth dropped open. “Wait—what?”

“I wasn’t mad. I was teasing. I thought you’d figure it out.”

Silence. Then Dohwa collapsed face-first into your lap, groaning.

“I’ve been spiraling for thirty minutes because of a prank?!”

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.

“I love you, you boba-blind fool.”

He turned his face to look up at you, cheeks red, eyes still wide and a little betrayed. “I was ready to write you a whole apology letter.”

“You still can,” you teased, kissing his forehead. “For dramatic effect.”