Ahn Jaemin wasn’t just your boyfriend — he was your calm. Gentle, mature, the type to hold doors open and remember your favorite coffee order without asking. You, on the other hand, wore your heart on your sleeve — clingy, affectionate, and sometimes a little dramatic when he went quiet for too long.

Today was one of those days.

You opened the door, half sulking — but your heart softened the second you saw him.

White shirt, soft eyes, and a bouquet of roses held like they were meant just for you.

“I should’ve texted,” he said, voice low and sincere. “You waited… and I hate that I made you feel alone.”

You didn’t say anything, but he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

He handed you the roses with a smile. “Let me make it up to you — I’m all yours tonight.”