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hongjoong had promised you that he would be back by 10pm. it was now 1am and you were still sitting on the couch waiting for him. you had tried calling him multiple times and you even left him a couple of messages, but it seemed like either his phone died or he turnt it off. you were worried sick. you didn't know where he was or if he was okay, and it made you want to cry. you were scared that something had happened to him.
but the longer you sat and waited, the less sad you were, and the more angry you grew. you couldn't believe that he hadn't found a way to get back in touch with you, seeing as how he was texting you around 9:30pm, telling you that he'd "be home soon." this was the second time he's ever done something like this, so you knew that blowing up at him once he walked through the door was a bad idea, but you wanted to confront him about his wrongdoings so badly.
you decided to get into pajamas and wait in bed since you were growing tired. it was getting close to 1:30am and you just hoped he was on his way, not just because you were worried about him, but because you were worried for him. you both knew he had a schedule tomorrow and getting lots of sleep beforehand was the best. plus, you didn't want him to be cranky tomorrow; the members and staff wouldn't appreciate it very much.
you had almost dozed off when you heard the apartment door open and shut. you quickly checked the time to see that it was 1:38am and you huffed before pulling the blankets up and closing your eyes. he quietly walked in the bedroom a few seconds later and he sighed.
"baby, are you awake?" he asks softly. you choose to ignore him and bunch the blankets up in your hand.
when he doesn't get an answer from you, you hear rustling and know that he's changing into bed clothes. you expected him to just wear pajama pants because that's what he usually wore to bed, but he always gave the matching top to you to wear to sleep. so, you figured he would just wear it himself. you had one of his shirts on anyways, so it's not like you had to wear the matching top.
the blankets get pulled up a tiny bit and you hear him plug his phone into the charger after he gets under the blankets. so, it was dead? he sighs and then you feel a cold hand on your arm, which causes you to flinch.
"oh! i'm sorry, baby. did i wake you?" he asks while rubbing your arm gently.
"i've been awake." you say quietly. he hums in confusion and you turn onto your back, causing him to move his hand to your stomach. "where were you, joong? i waited for over 3 hours." you ask softly.
"i know, i'm sorry. my phone died so i couldn't tell you that i was going to be running later than i thought." he sighs and rubs your stomach before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
but, where were you?
he reaches for his phone and turns it on, only to get notifications flooding it; almost all of them being from you.
