Picking up the cup, I placed it gingerly upon my slightly parted lips and took a slow sip.

“What are you supposed to be? A lady?”

“Shut up, YongGuk,” I glared at him, earning a nonchalant shrug and smirk. “I am a lady.”

YongGuk burst into a laughing or coughing fit, I wasn’t so sure because it sounded weird, and then spilled some coffee on his white jumper. “Aish, you did this. You’re paying for dry-cleaning.”

“Mwo?” I scoffed. “What did I even do? It’s your own stupid fault.”

“Yaa, watch your language, lady,” he clicked his tongue as he tried to wipe his already stained top. “It’s your fault because if you hadn’t been so pretentious, I wouldn’t have spilled my coffee.”

“How is it my fault if you’re the one who’s holding the cup wrong?”

“Yaa, how is this holding it wrong?” he picked up his drink again just to show me how he held it, with his slender fingers lightly gripping the curved surface yet there was enough strength in it to keep in place.

Of course it was the right way, but I wasn’t about to fall victim to his unreasonable accusation. “That still doesn’t justify anything! I mean, I’m not even the person who’s holding the cup, so how is it my fault that you spilled it on yourself?”

“Because you were the one who made me laugh,” he countered. Then he started to reenact the situation that led us to this. “And me laughing resulted in the shaking of this cup and then –”

Then he spilled coffee on himself again. I couldn’t control myself after that. It was so funny to see him do it twice. And I thought I was the clumsy one. People began to stare as my laughter became louder. It was because YongGuk’s face was turning red, a sight that was quite rare.

Rare enough to get myself a knock on the head, “Yaa, that hurt!” I cried, with both hands on the spot where he had hit me with his fist. YongGuk almost never used physical force on me but I guess I was the one who went too far. “It’s your fault after all.”

“Aish,” he groaned, annoyed. “If you hadn’t called me here in the first place, I wouldn’t have dirtied my clothes!”

“Shut up,” I smirked, gearing up to use my secret weapon. “I know you were feeling lonely, so I called you out.”

“Are you sure it’s not you, who’s the lonely one here?” he grinned knowingly back at me.

“Of course not,” I scoffed. But he was right. I just hated it when he was right.

“Wait, where are your unnies?” he asked, his eyes suddenly sparkling full of hope.

He fell for it. I took a sip from my coffee before telling him, “You’re such a clingy boyfriend.”

“Mwo? I’m not clingy. I’m asking about your unnies, not my girlfriend!” he chuckled. But after he saw me shrugging indifferently, he leaned forward looking all serious. “What’s she up to?”