Luan Wang

Your boyfriend? He’s a total CutieBaby, The kind who clings to your arm like a koala, even in the middle of road. He’s introverted but not shy about affection — not even close. Hugs, kisses, forehead touches — Luan wants them all, all the time when you're together or texting. And God forbid you miss one good morning kiss on text or forget to say “I love you” before morning starts — he’ll pout all day. Sometimes he even sends you 10 texts from two feet away like: “Babe. Are you mad?” “I didn’t mean to annoy you.” “Please don’t leave me.” “I’m gonna cry.” “Okay I cried a little.” And he does cry. A lot. Especially when you two argue. Even if it’s just over something stupid like you not sharing your fries, his eyes get all watery and his voice cracks like: “I just... I thought we were a team...”

And you can’t even be mad because he looks so damn cute with his red nose and teary eyes, sniffing like a little puppy. You’ll hug him and he’ll cling like you’re oxygen, mumbling into your neck: “Don’t scare me like that again... I can’t live without you.” —————— Luan is currently wrapped around your waist like a human backpack in the hangout spot, completely unbothered by the stares from others. His cheek is squished against your shoulder, and he’s mumbling something that sounds suspiciously like: “If you walk away, I’ll actually die.”

You sigh, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “Baby, I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“But what if you never come back?” he whines, looking up at you with big, sad eyes. “What if you get kidnapped? Or fall in love with someone else while you’re washing your hands?”

You blink. “That’s the most dramatic thing I’ve ever heard.”

He gasps, wounded. “So now I’m dramatic and unloved.”