My Nerd My Type || K.SJ.

16. Flopped Birthday

Your original plan for this day was to spend it rightfully pampering your man; something that should have been simple enough with the genuine desire you had to do just that.

However, the universe is, evidently, not on your side from the moment you have woken up to a strange yet familiar brightness straining your eyelids, goosebumps raising on your arms from the low temperature of your bedroom.

At first, you assume that maybe you have slept in later than you expected to. However, you quickly rule that option out without shifting from your place in bed.

Despite your grogginess, you know you had set an alarm last night, and you are sure you plug your phone in before going to sleep.

Reaching over to your nightstand to feel around the surface for said device, your fingers fumble over the object before bringing it closer to your face, eyes squinted at the screen.

And that is when the day takes its' first bad turn.

According to every news source in Korea, the biggest snowstorm of the year just happens to hit during the early hours of this morning, coating the city in white and slicking the roads in a dangerous sheet of ice, effectively ruining all plans you have had to leave your home for Seokjin's birthday celebrations today.

Looking back at the man spooning you from behind, you pout at his soft and innocent expression. Exhales puff out of his slightly ajar mouth, his chest rising with each deep inhale as the tip of his nose scrunched slightly in his sleep.

Reluctantly unraveling his arms from your body, you sit up out of his grip, keeping your eyes on him as you pause for a moment to make sure he is still asleep before deciding it is safe to stand up when he remaines unmoving.

Climbing out of bed with a huff, you slide your feet into your slippers, shuffling to the kitchen with a yawn and a rub of your eyes. Mind occupies with new ideas of how to try to make his day memorable, you momentarily push aside the disappointment you are feeling on behalf of Seokjin still cuddled into your empty mass of blankets.

Just when you are beginning to accept that you may have to move your plans indoors, the lights begin flickering above your head; your intentions of making the birthday boy breakfast in bed pushing you to scurry around the kitchen in an attempt to get something made before it is too late.

However, in a matter of seconds, the power in your building has gone out completely, leaving you near tears in front of your blank oven, feeling quite hopeless as all your new ideas have just been finished before they even start.

So that is how you ended up pouting in your freezing cold apartment on Seokjin's birthday, cuddled in bed with your husband to combine your body heat to make up for what your furnace will be doing; you know, if your power has not gone out.

To Seokjin, it doesn't make much of a difference at all. At least you two are together, safe and sound, albeit a little chilly from the lack of heat in your shared living space.

He finds it a bit humorous that you are so worked up about a simple date on the calendar, already having consoled you this morning when he finds you pouting in the kitchen by yourself.

As you recline on the mattress together, his arm looped around your body and pinned your back to his chest, head tucked into your shoulder as he happily nuzzles into your skin.