seungmin had it all planned. as much as he loved spoiling you, this time he wanted to get back at you for last month’s prank, the one where you convinced him his favorite hoodie had been “accidentally” donated. he’d laughed it off after finding it tucked away, but revenge was too tempting to resist. your birthday seemed like the perfect opportunity for a little playful payback.

so, he pretended to forget. no midnight message, no morning greeting—just a plain, almost dismissive "morning." throughout the day, he kept his tone casual, even distant, all while secretly coordinating the final touches on a surprise party. but as the hours ticked by, his phone buzzed with fewer and fewer messages from you. when he passed by you in the hallway at school and offered a quick nod, he caught the flicker of hurt in your eyes, a pang of guilt twisting in his chest.

by the time he made it home that evening, the playful satisfaction of his prank was gone, replaced by a growing unease. scrolling through your messages, he noticed you hadn’t texted since lunch. suddenly, the idea of surprising you didn’t feel as fun anymore. it felt cruel. biting his lip, he grabbed his keys, abandoning the carefully laid plans in favor of finding you—because he couldn’t stand the thought of your birthday passing without you knowing how much he cared.