During a fight, my boyfriend stood there, eyes red and brimming with tears, and screamed at me: "If I could do it all over again, I would never be a simp for you!" Who could have guessed that later that day, we would actually travel back in time to our high school days? True to his word, he acted completely cold toward me. Just as I was feeling disheartened and ready to let this relationship go, I stumbled upon him muttering to himself in a secluded corner of the school. "This time, I absolutely will not be Nina’s dog." "I have to maintain my image as the icy, unattainable bad boy. I’ll make her swoon until she obeys my every command." "Damn you, Nina. Just you wait. You’re going to be the one chasing me. You’re going to be the simp!" But that very night, all I did was say one sentence to the school’s top student. My "icy bad boy" instantly dissolved into a sobbing mess: "Boohoo... please, I’m begging you, don’t be with him! He can only be your boyfriend, but I can be your dog!" "If you don't believe me, I'll bark for you right now! Woof!" "Woof, woof, woof—" 1 It started in the evening. I was dealing with a critical work crisis, and Jax was hovering over me, doing his best to be a nuisance. I was glued to my computer screen, typing furiously. Suddenly, he dangled a silver chain in front of my face. With a shy, coquettish expression, he said, "Wifey, look! I bought a new body chain. Doesn't it make my skin look paler? Do you want to see me wear it?" As he spoke, he started unbuttoning his shirt, his finger tracing a line down his chest. I ignored his seduction attempt and kept typing. Seeing no reaction, he ran to the closet, pulled out a maid outfit, and trotted back. He rested his chin on my desk, looking up at me with sparkling puppy eyes. "Wifey, later let's play 'Roleplay.' I’ll be the delicate servant, and you can be the domineering mistress who forces herself on me." I ignored him. My eyes saw only spreadsheets. Jax pouted, walking away with a look of utter disappointment. Just when I thought he’d given up, he ran back to my side. "Wifey, I’m hungry... feed me?" A wandering hand started creeping toward my shirt. Before he could undo a single button, I slapped his hand away. Jax froze. He clutched the side of his face I’d slapped, looking at me with pure disbelief. "You hit me?" I opened my mouth to apologize, but he immediately turned his head, offering the other cheek. "Hit this side too." I was speechless. "Jax, you idiot dog, can you stop annoying me?" "You... what did you call me?" Jax's pupils trembled. "You used to call me 'Sweetheart'! Now... now you’re calling me 'Idiot Dog'?" He pointed a trembling finger at me, accusingly. "You women... once you get what you want, you stop cherishing it!" I gave him a look of pure disgust. Jax exploded. "Fine, Nina! Just you wait! Tonight, you sleep alone! No chest pillows, no abs to touch! Let's see how you sleep without me!" I couldn't be bothered to argue. I finished my work and went to bed. I was so exhausted I fell asleep instantly. The one tossing and turning all night was Jax. In the middle of the night, he snuck into the room, climbed into bed, and whispered aggressively in my ear: "Nina, I hate that you're an emotionless block of wood!" That woke me up. I kicked him off the bed. 2 The next morning, I walked out of the bedroom to find Jax standing at the door with a suitcase. I knew immediately he was holding a grudge about the kick and was pulling his "I'm running away from home" routine. Sure enough, he announced, "Nina, how could you treat me like that? I am very angry. I am leaving this house!" I ignored him and went to the kitchen to heat some milk. He had his back to me. When I didn't react, he assumed I hadn't heard. He raised his volume. "I am angry! I am leaving!" "Hello? Can you hear me? I said I'm running away!" "Still nothing? I depart!" He shouted a few more times. When there was still no movement, he couldn't hold back and turned around. I was already sitting at the dining table, enjoying my breakfast. He ran over to me and repeated, "I'm leaving home." I took a slow bite of my toast. "Oh. Go ahead then." Jax froze. It took him a long time to speak. "Are you serious?" I nodded. "Yep." Work had been exhausting lately. He was buzzing in my ear all day and pestering me for "exercise" all night. It was draining. A few days apart might be good. Jax’s eyes turned red instantly. "Can't you just coax me a little?" "There. Coaxed." "Perfunctory!" I sighed, looking at him seriously. "Enough. I have to go to work. I really don't have the energy for your childish games today." "Childish games?" Jax's voice pitched up an octave. "You don't believe me? Fine, I'll really leave this time!" He sprinted to the door. He stood there for a good minute. Seeing that I really had no intention of stopping him, he lowered his head, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Nina, sometimes I wonder... do you actually like me?" "You treat me like a pet. When you're happy, you hug me and play with me. When you're not, you kick me aside." "You only settled for me because there wasn't anyone better, right? I'm just your backup plan." I frowned. "What are you mumbling about? Stop it before I actually get mad." Jax’s shoulders shook, like he was sobbing. He turned to look at me, eyes rimmed red, and dropped the bombshell: "Nina, if I could do it all over again, I would never be a simp for you!" With that, he wailed like a wounded buffalo and ran out the door with his suitcase. Wait, was he actually mad? Panic set in. I quickly changed my clothes and chased after him. But the moment I stepped into the elevator, my vision went black. 3 When I opened my eyes, I was sitting at a desk in a high school classroom. I couldn't believe it. I pinched my arm hard. Ouch! I wanted to cry. It was real. I had graduated years ago. I had returned all my knowledge to the teachers. And now, you want me to redo Senior Year? God, I surrender. ... Aside from the nightmare of relearning calculus, I faced another problem. Jax’s sudden coldness. Jax and I were childhood friends. Growing up, he was my shadow, always chanting "Nina, Nina" behind me. But now, when we passed in the hallway, he walked right by me without even a glance, his face expressionless. His features were sharp. When he didn't smile, he looked fierce, radiating a "don't come near me" aura. Girls used to tell me Jax was a "cold male god," cool and edgy. I was always shocked. Jax? Cold? He was a golden retriever with boundary issues. Now I understood. He was only warm to me. To everyone else, he was ice. But now, I was no longer the exception. I remembered his last words before the time jump. "If I could do it all over again, I would never be a simp for you!" So, he really didn't want to be with me this time? My heart felt heavy. I decided to find him after school and talk. Just then, Jax appeared outside my classroom window. I sat by the window, so I could hear him perfectly. He was looking for a guy in my class named Zack. "Hey, wanna play ball after school?" Jax asked, patting Zack’s shoulder. Zack looked surprised. "Don't you walk Nina home every day? Why basketball?" Jax gave a scoff of pure disdain. "Am I her dog? Following her around all day?" Zack scratched his head. "Aren't you?" Jax smacked the back of Zack's head. "The past is the past. The present is the present." He said seriously, "The current me is not the old me." Zack was stunned. "Did you guys break up or something?" Jax didn't answer. I stared at him blankly, my heart clenching tight. Coincidentally, he turned around and our eyes met. But only for a second. He looked away indifferently, like I was a stranger. He turned back to Zack. "Basketball after school. It's a date." Then he walked away without hesitation. The pen in my hand dug into my palm. A sour ache spread through my chest. I guess there was no need to talk. It would just be humiliating myself. A tear splattered onto my workbook. 4 My mood was in the gutter until the next afternoon. To relieve the stress, I didn't go straight home. I wandered around the school grounds. That’s when I stumbled upon Jax. He was hiding in a secluded corner behind the gym, muttering to himself. I crept closer to eavesdrop. "Basketball is so boring. Walking home with Wifey is way better." "A bunch of sweaty dudes stink. Wifey smells nice." "I want to hug my younger Wifey and sniff her like a cat." "So annoying. Why hasn't she come to find me yet?" Jax kicked the wall in frustration. "Maybe I should go find her tomorrow." The second the words left his mouth, he slapped himself. "Jax! Where is your ambition?" "Did you forget what you said?" "Do you want to be a woman's plaything forever?" After a pause, his voice turned firm. "This time, I absolutely will not be Nina’s dog." "I have to maintain my image as the icy, unattainable bad boy. I’ll make her swoon until she obeys my every command!" "Damn you, Nina. Just you wait. You’re going to be the one chasing me. You’re going to be the simp!" "Hmph. When she finally confesses, I'm going to leave her hanging for two days. Let her taste what it feels like to be anxious." A second later: "Tsk, two days feels too long. What if she cries?" "One day." "Hmm... one day is still long. Half a day." "Okay, half a day. It's decided!" Jax started getting lost in his fantasy. "With this strategy, Nina will treat me like a treasure. She'll do whatever I say." "In the future, I'll make her wear the maid outfit to serve me. And I'll pick the positions. She won't dare kick me off the bed." "I, Jax, am finally going to be the master of the house." "Hehe... hehehe..." He started giggling like an idiot. The corner of my mouth twitched. So that was his plan. But he didn't know I had traveled back too. Suddenly, the tears I shed yesterday felt like a waste. If I didn't teach him a lesson, he really wouldn't know who wore the pants in this relationship.
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