He fixed his hair as he watched the audience dance. He has been DJ-ing for hours now, late night by now.

He finishes his work and goes back home, finding you still studying in your room.

"You could've come to my show." He says tiredly and watches you as you close your book and take off your glasses, putting them on the bedside table and preparing to lay down on the bed.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you up to him.

"Are you still angry over it? I'm sorry, I really am." He whispers pleadingly