You and Jongho had been dating for nearly a year, and in that time, you’d learned a lot about each other—his love for late-night snacks, how grumpy he could be in the morning, and how hard he worked to be perfect at everything he did.
But this morning tested your patience.
He had practice early, and even though he’d set three alarms the night before, he somehow managed to sleep through all of them. When he finally woke up, flustered and rushing to get dressed, he turned to you with an edge in his voice.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
You blinked at him, confused. “You had alarms…I thought you were getting up.”
He just sighed in frustration, brushing past you to grab his things. You didn’t argue. You weren’t in the mood. You simply packed his lunch like you always did and handed it to him quietly. “Don’t forget your water.”
The second he got in his car and saw the cute handwritten note you had tucked in with the lunch, he felt awful. The whole drive to practice, he couldn’t stop thinking about how unfair he’d been. It wasn’t your job to wake him up—he knew that. He was just overwhelmed and took it out on the one person who supported him the most.
By the time he stepped into the studio, his phone had already sent you a dozen messages.
I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I was just stressed. Please don’t think I meant it.
You replied sweetly, telling him it was okay, and to focus on practice—but he could tell from your tone that it still stung.
After practice, he stopped by your favorite takeout place and picked up your comfort meal. He even ran into a little bookstore and grabbed a cozy hardcover you’d been eyeing online, wrapping it with the flowers he got at the corner shop.
When he finally came home, he walked through the door and practically threw everything onto the couch in embarrassment.
“Here,” He muttered, cheeks pink as he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. “I was a jerk. You’re right—it’s not your job to wake me up, and I was wrong to act like it was. I’m really sorry.”