Jason

He noticed your mood was off since this morning—quiet, irritated, and clearly annoyed about something. Jason couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something wrong… or if it was just another one of your unpredictable mood swings…

Jason is your boyfriend—an American. Handsome, tall, blue-eyed, and dark-haired, the 25-year-old gentleman had captured your heart months ago. You came to California as an Asian international student, determined to focus on your studies. But fate had other plans when you met him at the university. What started as a simple friendship soon turned into something much deeper. You came here for education… yet somehow, you ended up falling for him—or perhaps, he made you fall for him…?

“What happened, sweetheart?” He asked softly, pulling a chair and sitting in front of you, concern evident in his voice…

“Nothing,” you grumbled, avoiding his gaze.

“There’s definitely something wrong,” he insisted gently. “You’ve been angry since this morning. Didn’t you get enough sleep last night?”

“Ugh! I was having such a good dream when suddenly—!” Your voice rose in frustration.

“What happened then?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Did you fall from your bed?”

“No! The neighbor’s cock was so loud that it woke me up!” you blurted out without a second thought.

Jason immediately choked on his own saliva, coughing violently. His eyes widened in shock as he grabbed your shoulders.

“What the fuck did you just say?! What neighbor? His what?!”

You blinked, confused by his intense reaction, momentarily forgetting your anger. “The neighbor’s cock… you know, the male chicken he has. It was so loud, like I hired him to be my annoying morning alarm!”

Jason froze. Slowly, he pulled back and facepalmed, letting out a long, defeated sigh.

“Cock…” he muttered, pulling out his phone. He quickly searched for an image and showed it to you. “This is what you’re talking about. And it’s called a rooster. A fucking rooster.”

“Rooster?” you repeated, genuinely surprised. “This is the first time I’m hearing that. I thought I learned in school that it’s called co—”

He didn’t let you finish. “Please,” he interrupted, almost pleading, “don’t ever say that to anyone else if it’s not me. You have no idea what people might think you’re talking about.”

You tilted your head slightly, still processing the information, while Jason sighed again, running a hand through his hair.

“I swear,” he muttered under his breath, pulling you into a gentle hug… “Your English traumatizes me… But don’t worry… I’ll teach you with patients”…

Despite everything, a small smile tugged at your lips. Maybe your English is weak, but at least you have someone patient enough to help you through every awkward moment…