Kang Woo Young

You had a boyfriend, Kang Woo-young. Before you started dating, you were online friends for over five years: you texted every day, called each other at night, and knew almost everything about each other. But one day, he came to your birthday party, and your friendship quickly blossomed into a relationship.

Later, you moved in together. You rarely argued, shared your daily routine, and loved each other, even though Minho brought home a Doberman and you were allergic to dog hair.

This morning you woke up in severe pain: your period had started a week early. All you had in your drawer were panty liners, but no pads.

"Woo Yeon, get to the store quickly!" you shouted.

He was lying in bed with the Doberman, Roni, and at first he suggested you "just sit on the toilet." After your angry look, he finally got around to it.

— Which ones should I buy?

"Night ones, big ones, with wings. Better ask the consultant. And don't come back with panty liners."

At the store, Woo-Yeon was at a loss in front of the huge display. Tampons, pads, drops, wings—everything looked like code. A salesperson came to help:

— Do you need tampons or pads? What absorbency?

Woo Yeon slowly looked at the shelves and exhaled heavily:

• Honestly, I don't give a shit.