it's my birthday today, and namjoon still isn't home.
before he went to work he woke me up, per usual. but he still didn't wish me a happy birthday. not over text, even. i felt myself become more sullen as the day continued to fly. all my friends and family members wished me a happy birthday, and made me promise them to visit them soon, but for now, they wanted me to spend time with namjoon.
but where is he?
i decided to text him after contemplation.
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i quickly ran upstairs to my bedroom after waiting in the kitchen for namjoon all this time, my lip trembling. i collapsed on the bed, my eyes squinting shut, tears slowly beginning to slide down my cheeks. he hung out with his friends, on my birthday? he even forgot it. he didn't even bother to try and remember.
am i being pathetic? am i just being over dramatic? should i stay mad at him tomorrow morning? multiple questions zapped through my mind as i found myself slowly drifting into a deep slumber.
the next morning
i woke up to the thud at my door. i slowly squinted my sore eyes open, quickly regretting crying myself to sleep last night. i looked at my bedroom door. namjoon was standing there, pain visible on his face as he held...
a tray full of food?
"sorry, i stubbed my toe. i'm sorry for waking you up." he quickly entered the room. i felt very confused as he approached me, setting the tray down beside me before sitting down at the edge of my bed. i sat up when i noticed the look of seriousness on his face.
what's going on?
"so, about yesterday. i'm so fucking sorry. i already made plans around last week, and i didn't even realize that it was your birthday. i was so stressed out from work and everything else happening in my life, so your birthday completely slipt my mind. fuck, i feel so bad telling you this to your face." he frowned, lowering his head.
i looked away from namjoon, silent.
i looked back at him, before crossing my arms.
"and you think breakfast in bed will fix this?" i joked, but my voice remained stern. namjoon looked up, his eyes slowly widening. "i can do anything else you want. i'll wash the laundry and dishes, i'll make dinner, or maybe take you out on a date instead-" i raised my hand, silencing him. "calm the fuck down dude, i forgive you." i chuckled.
but namjoon still continued frowning. "what's wrong?" i asked, crossing my legs underneath my duvet. "i made you cry, didn't i?" his voice was lower, and much softer. i let out a chuckle. "it's fine. i was being over-dramatic-" my sentence was cut off by namjoon quickly leaning in and placing a firm kiss on my lips.
he pulled away after a couple seconds, before pressing his forehead against mine, looking straight into my eyes. "i love you, so much. i promise something like this will never happen again."
