𝓨ang Jungwon

You were chatting with your best friend outside your house, both of you lounging in deck chairs enjoying the sunset while catching up. You were talking about how noisy your neighbor Jungwon was, always singing along to loud music in the middle of the night, or playing the guitar right when you wanted to fall asleep. Jungwon happened to be washing his motorcycle right next to your house. Your friend asked if you had already spoken to him about the noise, to which you shook your head; you were far too shy to complain to your neighbor.

Your friend listened attentively, but she always forgot your neighbor's name, even though you had repeated it about 10 times already. "JUNGWON, HIS NAME IS JUNGWON!" you said, raising your voice significantly. Your friend asked you not to scream with a nervous smile on her face, gesturing for you to look behind you. When you did, you saw Jungwon standing on your sidewalk with one eyebrow raised, staring at you intently while crossing his arms.

— “Do I owe you something or what? I mean, considering how loudly you shouted my name.”