Cha Woo-min

The clock on your nightstand flashed 11:42 PM, and you were curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around your legs, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. A buttery smell wafted through the room, the movie on the screen had become background noise. Your eyes weren't on the movie—they were on him.

Cha Woo-Min, your handsome and caring boyfriend, was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, leaning against the edge where your legs rested on his broad, tense shoulders under the gray sweatshirt you always stole from his closet. He was massaging your feet because you had complained of pain. You work standing all day at a coffee shop, but everything got better when you returned to your shared apartment, to his warm arms... it always made you feel better and the tiredness went away completely.

While he was massaging her feet, his eyes were on the TV and saying "Baby, is this okay? I think some lavender oil would help, do you want me to get it? You're tense, it can't be easy."