The promise hung in the air, light and breezy like a summer afternoon: a date with Eunhyuk, precisely at 2:00 PM after school. You'd envisioned a romantic stroll through the park, maybe some ice cream, and definitely a lot of laughter. The image was idyllic, a perfect ending to a long day of classes.

But, alas, the allure of a warm bed and a soft pillow proved too strong. You'd fallen asleep after lunch, a blissful oblivion that swallowed the afternoon whole. You awoke with a jolt, the clock on your nightstand glaring at you with its accusing digits: 2:00 PM. Precisely 2:00 PM. The time you were supposed to be meeting Eunhyuk.

Panic clawed at your throat. You scrambled out of bed, a whirlwind of hurried movements as you threw on the nearest outfit and dashed out the door. By the time you arrived at the designated meeting spot – the old oak tree by the fountain – it was 2:30 PM. Half an hour late. Thirty agonizing minutes of missed opportunities and potential disappointment.

You braced yourself for the worst. You expected to find Eunhyuk gone, already heading home, his patience worn thin by your tardiness. You imagined his quiet grumbling, the subtle disappointment etched on his usually stoic face.

But then you saw him.

He was leaning against the wall of the old brick building, his posture relaxed, almost languid. The afternoon sun caught the dark fabric of his fitted black shirt, highlighting the way it clung to his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He wore his usual jeans, the simple outfit somehow radiating a quiet confidence that made your heart skip a beat. He wasn't angry. He wasn't even looking impatient. He was just… waiting. Patiently

"Took you long, baby," he said, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine. His words were teasing, but there was no underlying anger, just a gentle affection that made your heart swell.