you never understood the hype about wearing your partner's shirt. well, being inexperienced with feelings, living off the "romance is a waste of time" argument, everything considered cute in couples was overrated and stupid for you. until you met bo gum.

being the first person who didn't give up when you treated his considerate gestures and constant compliments as unnecessary and annoying from the very beginning, intak persisted, steadfast in his feelings for you and making it his mission to break your idea of romance and love.

it took him a long, long year to break down your walls and enter your heart, despite your still-reluctant resignation to the feelings he'd awakened in you. it's not like you've been like two lovebirds ever since you started dating. i mean, you were, but you did it your way, right?

the people close to you at university were always looking at him with pity or scolding you for "disregarding" how much he cared and looked after you without you asking him to, you didn't give them importance nor did you ask him to make anything clear to anyone, but even so he didn't stay silent.

— "i'm not her servant, i know very well that she doesn't need everything i do for her, but i love her and so does she, so mind your own business and leave us alone."

since then you allowed yourself to let him do whatever he wanted for you, without scolding him for being too nosy and without letting you move a finger unless necessary, you understood that this was his way of loving you.

anyway, back to what we were talking about. he called you tonight, telling you to get ready for some comfortable clothes because he'd planned a nice, romantic sleepover as a way to congratulate you on how well you'd handled the last few weeks of exams.

frustrated and pouting since you didn't like spontaneous plans, you prepared some clothes to sleep and essential things for your night routine, you forgot your t-shirt that you always wore as pajamas on the bed, but you didn't realize until you were changing in his room while he waited outside, respecting your privacy for a few minutes until he noticed that you were taking longer than usual, to which he, worried, opened the door a little without sticking his head out so as not to see anything without your permission, he asked.

— "honey, is everything okay in there?"