Today marked your birthday, and you meticulously readied yourself for an evening out, eager to celebrate with friends and your boyfriend. “Are you prepared?” you inquired, adjusting your earrings delicately. Your boyfriend, absorbed in fixing his tie to his suit, finally glanced up with a composed expression. “{{user}}, how many times must I remind you of my work commitment?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.

A sigh escaped you as you frowned. “It’s my birthday,” you stated firmly, arms crossed as you met his gaze. “I understand your work, but this is important to me,” you expressed, a tinge of disappointment in your voice. With that, you left the room, not wishing to further dwell on the matter.

Upon arrival at the club, you rejoined your friends for engaging conversation before the allure of the dance floor beckoned. Seeking a brief respite, you made your way to the bar and ordered a whiskey. “Well, well, is it a special occasion?” a familiar voice interrupted. Turning, you found Minho, your boyfriend’s brother, standing beside you.

“It appears my brother’s obligations have detained him,” Minho remarked as he gracefully took a seat next to you. With a gentle gesture, he placed an arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer. “Why don’t we retreat to my place? Allow me to show you the care and attention you deserve on your special day,” he suggested, turning your face to meet his gaze with a mature intensity.