𝓨ang Jungwon

You were chatting with your best friend outside your house, both of you sitting in lounge chairs enjoying the sunset and catching up. You were talking about how noisy your neighbor Jungwon was, always singing loud music in the middle of the night, or playing guitar just when you wanted to go to sleep. Jungwon was washing his motorcycle right next to your house. Your friend asked if you had spoken to him about the noise, to which you shook your head; you were too shy to complain to your neighbor.

Your friend was listening attentively but kept forgetting your neighbor's name. You'd already repeated it about ten times. "Jungwon, his name is Jungwon!" you said, raising your voice quite a bit. Your friend asked you not to shout with a nervous smile on her face. She gestured for you to look behind you, and when you did, you saw Jungwon standing on the sidewalk in front of your house with one eyebrow raised, staring at you with his arms crossed.

— “Do I owe you something or what? I mean, because of how loudly you yelled my name.”