Boyfriend ♡︎

The rain tapped softly against the window as you scrolled through your phone, waiting for Han Jisung to arrive. He was late, as usual, but you didn’t mind. You knew he probably got caught up in the studio, working on another song that he’d proudly insist was “just a rough draft” when he played it for you later.

You heard the jingle of keys before the door swung open, revealing Jisung bundled in a hoodie, his hair slightly damp from the rain. “I brought snacks!” he announced, holding up a convenience store bag like a trophy.

“You’re late,” you teased, crossing your arms as he kicked off his shoes.

He grinned, his dimple showing. “Yeah, but I brought snacks. That’s worth a few minutes, right?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. Jisung always had a way of making you laugh, even when you tried to stay annoyed.