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{ 2nd of may 11:11 am }
why did we fight? i never wanted that to happen, neither did woojin. i know he didn't. haknyeon was the one confessing his love, not me. why do i have to mess up every goddamn relationship i get in?
i feel blue — woojin hasnt called me, nor texted me. im waiting for an apology, but is there going to be one? or; am i being too selfish?
as i take a sip of my coffee around the white table in our kitchen, a knock on the door scares me, again. i should probably get used to this.
i walk to the door, a sigh escaping my mouth before opening it to see woojin — he's holding a tray with some breakfast on it, his other hand filled with beautiful flowers.
"im sorry," he tells me, glaring at my eyes, "you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else's makes me sick,"
i smile, take the tray out of his hands and answer, "but you don't have to worry about that now. im yours."
he chuckles before coming inside, taking a vase from a cupboard to put the flowers in it. "perfect," he mumbles to himself, looking at the colorful flowers, placed in a vase in the middle of the kitchen table.
