Han was your boyfriend for 3 years. He was a music and book lover, and also a sleepy head. He was giving you gifts often, but not flowers, or chocolates. He was writing you poems or singing songs only for you. He was taking you shopping often. He was making everything to make you happy.

He was in his room for a few hours already. You got worried about him, so you slowly entered his room. He was writing something. A poem. A poem for you. Han looked at you and smiled widely.

"ah, hi, baby!"

"i wrote a poem for you!"

"do you want to listen to it?"