You sighed as you pulled your phone from the pocket of your jeans and checked the time. 7:37. He was seven minutes late already.

Eventually you noticed him walk round the corner, running his hand through his soft blond hair.

"Ah, _____!" He cried as soon as he saw you. "I'm so sorry I'm late again! The rehearsal ran over and-"

"Just stop L.Joe!" You shouted, cutting him off. "It's always excuse after excuse, you're late time and time again, and I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this for." You frowned, tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to spill.

L.Joe put his arms around you and tried to pull you into a hug.

"It won't happen again _____-ah, I swear."

"No Byunghun." You argues, pushing him away and turning to leave "That's all you say every time, and I can't understand why you still do it." You paused as the tears spilled and ran down your cheeks. "In fact, I don't even know why you're still with me, you clearly don't like me any more if you keep disappointing me." You felt completely crushed that your boyfriend kept disappointing you, he was late almost every time you and him were meeting up, and it felt as though he didn't even care. He didn't care that he was late. He didn't care about you.

"_____" He said as you began to walk away from him. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realise it was hurting you this much. I try, I really do." He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down a little and putting his face against yours, lightly kissing your cheek as he did so. "I love you jagiya. I don't want to keep disappointing you like this. It hurts me so much when I see you upset. I don't think you understand how painful it is when I see that I have hurt you."

You turned and put your hands on his face, resting your forehead against his and looking into his beautiful, captivating, dark brown eyes.

"I love you too Oppa, and I understand that sometimes your rehearsals run over, you can't help it, I'm sorry Oppa, I'm just being silly." You sobbed, putting your arms around his thin waist and squeezing him.

"Yah!" He gasped, wiping your tears away and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don't cry _____-ah, you're beautiful, please don't be upset!" He leaned down and kissed you on the lips. "Don't cry."