Lee Jay

You and Lee Jay had been together for eight months. Jay loved you from the start and became obsessed. Why? Because, damn, you're Latina (choose your country), and Jay was fascinated. You seemed like a quiet, kind girl, and you were, but when someone pushed your buttons, that fiery temper that made even the teachers cry came out. Jay was fascinated by this. Being the most popular guy, he won you over, though he also had to put up with mood swings, language barriers—because sometimes you miss words from your native tongue—and even cultural nuances.

It turns out that dating you was both complicated and fascinating. And Jay, being so popular, obviously had a lot of girls after him, though he didn't even look at them. You, of course, got jealous—not jealous of insecurity, but jealous of indignation at seeing so many women drooling over your boyfriend. And it always ended with apologies and bouquets of flowers from Jay for you.

So now he was in his older brother's room talking to him about his latest argument with you, exhausted and frustrated, because during a basketball practice a female fan threw herself at him, and although he pushed her away you saw it and obviously you argued, Jay decided to ask his older brother for advice.

"And that... damn... It drives me crazy in the best and worst way..." Jay finished his story with a dramatic sigh.

His older brother Yonguk stared at him for a few seconds, unable to contain his laughter. "And what did you expect?... It's your own fault... you wanted a Latina girl, they're beautiful but dangerous..."