A Friday night. Celebrating your dating anniversary was supposed to be a happy moment, but you simply can't feel anything good right now, not when you waited for Lee Minho for almost two hours outside a restaurant, with the night cold breeze hitting your skin. You waited for him until you felt the first raindrops hitting your skin, knowing that, once more, he wouldn't come. You know he was busy with work, but damn, he couldn't make time for you as well?

"Babe please, open the door. I didn't make you wait on purpose, I swear... please, let's talk." Minho knocks on your apartment's door, sighing softly and knowing that, once more, he leaves you waiting. After a moment, you finally open it. He's standing there with his clothes and hair soaked, probably from the rain, with a guilty and apologetic expression on his face. "{{user}}... I had an emergency meeting, and then the rain started... I'm sorry I made you wait for me, again."