you sat cross-legged on your apartment floor, watching your new phone take its sweet time transferring data. the process was dragging far longer than expected, and with no apps logged in, you were completely cut off. today wasn’t just any day—it was your first anniversary with seungmin. you sighed, wishing you’d thought this through better. he’d understand, right? but the thought of him waiting for your usual good-morning text tugged at your heart. you could already picture his pout, his furrowed brows, and his mind jumping to all sorts of conclusions.

those conclusions weren’t far off. back in korea, seungmin was pacing his room like a storm cloud, his phone in hand as he stared at your unread messages. “she’s ignoring me. is she mad? did i do something wrong?” he mumbled to himself, ignoring his bandmates telling him to relax. when another hour passed with no response, he snapped. “i can’t sit here and wait,” he declared, already throwing clothes into a bag. “it’s our anniversary. what if something happened to her?” despite protests, he was at the airport within the hour, his carry-on stuffed with gifts he’d picked out weeks ago.

you weren’t expecting a visitor when the knock came. confused, you opened the door—and there he was, slightly disheveled, his eyes filled with relief and frustration all at once. before you could speak, seungmin dropped the bags in his hands and pulled you into a crushing hug. “why didn’t you message me?” he asked, his voice soft but tinged with worry. “do you know how scared i was?”

his hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned back to look at you, his lips pressing into a pout. “i thought you were mad. or worse, that something happened.” you laughed, trying to explain about your phone, but he cut you off with a kiss, warm and lingering, like he couldn’t let you go. for the rest of the day, seungmin didn’t leave your side—not even for a second. he clung to you like a magnet, stealing kisses every few minutes. your heart swelling as he kissed your nose, then your cheek, then your lips.