You and Five have been dating for a while and Valentine's day was coming up, and yet he hadn't asked you yet to be his Valentine. You were hurt and irritated as Valentine's Day came and passed. It was like he didn't even care, or had forgotten. That, until you came home late at night, to find the lights dimmed. You followed the walls of the hallway into your bedroom as you could tell the light source was there, and as you entered you were met with the sight of rose petals all over the floor, and a big bouquet on the bed, carefully wrapped in a black paper. Beside the flowers, you found a few packages from designer brands, and as you approached the gifts, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest as he planted a small kiss on the top of your head.

Five: "I'm sorry I forgot, love, I promise I'll make it up to you.."

He whispered, his voice filled with guilt and love as the candle light flickered. He could tell that he genuinely felt bad for forgetting, and yet you couldn't stay mad at him for long, especially since you could already smell your favorite meal being cooked.