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book one ❧ [x]

"What do you want to do for your birthday?" You asked Jisung, searching the table for your next puzzle piece. Your mom had gone to sleep and the two of you were putting together a jigsaw puzzle in your relaxing time before your own bedtime.

Jisung dropped his own puzzle piece that he had been trying to place, staring at you from across the coffee table. "My what?!"

"Your birthday. It's next week." You finally fished an edge piece out. "When I looked up the genealogy stuff, it had your birthday on there."

"I mean, I figured that's how you knew, but I didn't think you'd actually—I don't know, I'm surprised."

"What? It's probably been a while since you've celebrated it, right?" You put your puzzle piece down. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, I just figured it might be nice."

"No, I-I'd like that," he smiled softly. "Just don't get me a cake with an accurate number of candles in it, please."

"I think that'd get more candle wax on it than frosting." You wrinkled your nose, making him roll his eyes. "Are you telling me I have to plan it? I asked you what you want to do."

"Just you remembering is enough to make my birthday feel special this year, Y/N." Jisung reached across the table to grab your hand. "I don't really care what else happens. But I'll think of something, promise."

One week later, and Jisung's birthday lined up with a night that Hyesoo was staying over, so you couldn't use the living room, as she slept on the couch whenever she stayed. So the two of you retreated to your bedroom after dinner. Closing the door behind you, you turned to Jisung with your arms crossed, narrowing your eyes at him.

"You still haven't told me what you want to do for your birthday," you reminded him, tapping your foot. "And your birthday's almost over."

"I know what I want," he reassured you. "But you need to change into your pajamas first, so—"

And with that, he stepped back and through the wall, out of your room. You begrudgingly changed from your casual daywear into your pajamas, then called for him to come back in. Your ghost popped back in immediately, heading towards his side of the bed. You watched him suspiciously as he sat down and grabbed the book on the nightstand. Instead of turning on his lamp as he would usually do, though, he reached over to the lamp on your side of the bed and clicked it on, then offered the book out towards you.

"I want you to read to me tonight," he requested.

"That's it?" You frowned.

"That's it," he confirmed. "You can sing me 'Happy Birthday' too, if it'll make you feel better."

You took the book from him and sat down against the headboard, pulling your covers over your lap. Jisung laid down on top of the blankets, looking up at you, waiting. You sighed and shook your head, fondly brushing some of his hair out of his face.

"Happy Birthday, Jisung," you said, opening the book to where he had left off when he'd been reading to you.

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"I can't believe you're actually going," Jisung grumbled, handing you a lid to the plastic container.

"Me neither," you sighed your agreement, snapping the container shut.