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10 AM  |  Micha

"Delivery for Ms. Gam Micha."

The mailman shoved the flower bouquet in my face without even looking at me.

"T-Thanks," I blurted out, signing the clipboard he was handing out to me.

"A delivery on Christmas day?!" I heard my mother's surprised tone as I walked back to the kitchen.

My arms trembled as I lifted the large bouquet to the living room. I squatted down to place it in front of our tall Christmas tree.

"Again?!" she squeaked when she saw the bouquet, joining me into the room with two warm cups of coffee for us.

"Yes, again..." I stifled a laugh, taking the black beverage to my lips.

I grimaced at the taste of it.

My mother's coffee wasn't as good as Taehyung's or my father's... or even mine, for the matter.

My dad used to wake up earlier than her, every single day of their marriage, to prepare her coffee... She probably was still figuring out how she liked it.

"At this pace, we'll be opening a flower shop by New Year's Eve!" she cringed as her arms opened wide on the four bouquets already gathered around the tree.

I sat on the couch, folding my legs against the cushions, wondering when the waves of gift would stop.

I had cried and sulked for the twelve hours of flight from Seoul to Los Angeles. I went through all the stages: anger, disbelief, sadness... I was glad the plane had a few sad Korean dramas in their movie library for me to cry freely.

As soon as I landed in LA and turned off Airplane Mode, my phone exploded with notifications from Taehyung.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I should have told you earlier. I didn't mean it this way. I don't want you to think I don't like your mother. Please call me as soon as you get these texts. I'm sorry, baby bear. I love you so much. I don't want us to fight. I promised you I'll be better at communicating, it's still a work in progress. I'm so sorry.

All my defenses fell when I read his texts.

I remembered our talk in the car, a long time ago... When Taehyung opened about his struggles and depression to me.

Everything I should have done... Everything I should have said... I wasn't able to do it. It felt unattainable to me... As if these basic communication tools weren't part of my abilities anymore... he had confessed to me.

Is that how he felt again?

Most probably.

I had swallowed my pride, dialing his number.

I had to be patient.

I wanted to be patient. I wanted our relationship to work.

As soon as I heard his voice again, every last bit of anger and misunderstanding just faded away.

After we solved the situation, I realized for the first time how confident we both felt. Long gone were the dark days of our relationship, where any pebble on our path felt like an insurmountable obstacle.

We were too strong and too confident in our love for each other to let anything affect us now.

But still... making up on the phone wasn't enough for my dear boyfriend.