You, a social butterfly, dating the soft boy Jungwoo shocked a lot of people. And the fact that he initiated talking to you was what shocked them more.

"How did he asked for your number, y/n?" Yuta curiously asked one time and before you could even answer, the shy Jungwoo already pulled you somewhere far.

You're not an actress, an idol or a model. You were actually a tourist in Korea that time when you saw his group drinking at a resto-bar. You also don't have idea about NCT that much since you're not into that kind of stuff. You were quietly drinking your cup when a guy went up to you, asking where you came from with a broken English and a slur voice. Obviously drunk.

You find it funny, people thinking you don't know how to speak Korean when you were born speaking it. Your father is Korean and your mom was the mixed one. Moving abroad at a young age, your father still made sure that you know your native language. Being mixed made it difficult to see that you are Korean though.

Then a guy went up to the both of you suddenly while speaking straight Korean, obviously asking the guy to get away from you. You smiled at him after and he shyly asked your name and that's where it started.

"Why don't you want to tell them our story?" you pouted after he pulled you away from the boys.

He shyly looked at you and spoke, "It's a private thing! Let's keep it to ourselves."

He sighed after burying his face on the crook of your neck, sniffing it a little, you giggled at the tickling feeling of it.

"Fine fine." you surrendered, hugging him back. He's always been this clingy, his friends has been calling him a pup for following you around all the time, he didn't even tried denying it.

"Hand on my hair, now." he said with a small voice, still not leaving your neck.

You rolled your eyes as you followed his commands.

"What a soft boy." Mark shook his head when he entered the kitchen to get some water. You laughed in response.