"Bummie?" a soft voice I knew all too well whispered from the door.

I rolled over and smiled when I saw Jonghyun in a loose white shirt standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Jjongie." I mumbled groggily, only having woken up from my nap minutes before.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?" He looked at me worriedly.

He has to be up to something, he's acting weird...

"No, don't worry about it. Did you need something?" he had to want something, he didn't usually act so overly cute unless he wanted something.

Not that I thought he looked especially cute.

Okay, who am I kidding.

He looked adorable standing in the doorway, big shirt showing a little too much of his pale shoulder, not that I was complaining.

He had something in his hands behind his back, but I couldn't see anything at all. I say up slightly on our bed and looked at him, giving him a questioning glance.

He hasn't answered my question, but he blushed and looked down. He brought a hand up and ran it through his hair, pushing it out of his forehead.

"I actually have something for you," he said still not looking my way and letting his other hand drop to his side.

I could see what it was from where I say. It was a white envelope and he held into it like it was very important.

I smiled remembering a very similar situation.

"Yah! Kim Jonghyun! You can't confess twice!" I laughed lightly, remembering how three years ago he had done something very similar. I could see why he was so nervous.

"Keeey!" he said, dragging out my name.

"I'm sorry! I'm ruining your adorably romantic plans, aren't I?" I chuckled again, "I would've thought it would be easier the second time around."

He looked up pouting at me, and I knew exactly why.

"Jongie, c'mon. Get on with it, it's only me, you don't have to be nervous."

"Key, c'mon. I can't get on with it, it's you, of course I'm nervous." He said mimicking my tone.

His nerves seemed to have calmed down a bit, joking around always helped, and he leaned back on the door, closing it behind him.

"So, did you write me another song?" I thought back to how he had confessed to me, and I couldn't help but hope it was.

"No, it's not another song, this was much harder to write." he mumbled, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to me.

"You know you're being ridiculously cute right now, right?" I couldn't help but ask, smiling as I watched him play with the hem of his shirt.

"I can change that if you want," he looked up and his eyes met mine, a little smirk on his face.

"Just say the word, Bummie." I shivered as he whispered into my ear, his voice deep and y.

"I wouldn't mind that one bit. Although, I would like to know what's in that letter of yours first." I felt his arm wrap around my waist and carefully pulled me onto his lap. I smiled and complied, draping my arms over his shoulders.

"Here." He said, his hand appearing 
in front of me, letter in hand.

I smiled and took it from him, carefully opening it and taking a piece of paper out.

I smiled at the letter, and gave him a quick peck on the lips as a thank you before I started reading.

I love you.

I really do.

I don't know why I'm so nervous about writing this letter, but I really am.

All I want to do is tell you I love you, but I already do that on a daily basis.

I want to make this letter special, but it's a little difficult.

I know sometimes you get insecure and you worry about us, but I want you know there is nothing in this world I need more than you.

I love every single thing about you, and I want you to know just how much. When I say everything, I mean everything. From the freckles on your face, to your personality. I love it all.

The fact that you're Kim Kibum makes me love you.

There is no one else on this planet I could love the way I love you.

You're so special to me.

You're beautiful and you're amazing and I have no idea how I was fortunate enough to have you love me back.

I'm so glad I met you.

I'm so glad we got put into the same group.

I'm so glad you became my best friend.

I'm so glad I fell in love with you.

I'm so glad you fell in love with me, too.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you for existing.

Thank you for being a part of my life.

Thank you for holding my hand, all the kisses, all the hugs, all the sweet words, every single I love you.

Thank you for being you.

I love you, Bummie.

I really hope you know how much.

You make my heart flutter whenever I'm around you. You make me act like a love-sick puppy whenever you're not around.

I need you.

A lot.

You make me feel so secure and happy and I just can't help but need you.

I need your presence, I need to see you, I need to be near you, and I'm so glad I have that opportunity.

I'm so grateful that I can wake up to you every morning on my chest and kiss you.

Key, I'm so glad you're mine.

I'm so happy I gave you my heart.

Well, you pretty much took it without asking, but, either way, I'm glad you have it.

I am so glad I fell in love with my best friend.

You had me so confused for such a long time, you have no idea what you did to me, but I'm happy I went through all of that.

You made me realize something important about the world, and I can't thank you enough for that.

I want everyone to find a love like the one we share, I want everyone to find their soulmate, just like I have.

You are a part of me and because of that, you make me a better person.

Kim Kibum, you're not only the love of my life, but you are my life.

I live for many things, my family (including the other three dorks), our friends, our fans, music, but, mainly, I live for you.

It's one more year that we are together, and you're one year older.

Happy birthday, Bummie.

I love you.

-Jonghyun

I had tears in my eyes and I could barely finish the letter, and I just wanted to hug and kiss Jonghyun, so I did.

I kissed him until we were both out of breath, and I leaned back a little and smiled at the amazing man in front of me.

"I love you so much." I told him simply.

Not knowing what else to say, I kissed him again, becoming more eager.

My hands ended up somewhere in his hair, my lips on his neck, his hands on my hips, and his head thrown back, giving me more access.

His grip on my hips tightened, and laid me down, our positions switched.

I lay panting under him as he hovered above me with a small smirk on his face.

"I take it you liked it?" he asked rather shyly.

"Of course I did. How could I not? you do know you're amazingly sweet, don't you? I tell you often enough that you should know it already. I love you so much, this is the second best birthday present I've ever gotten, Jjong." I smiled back up at him, my hands rubbing up and down his chest.

"Lemme guess, the first were those jeans I got you a few years ago." he laughed a little and smacked his shoulder.

"Pabo! Stop joking around! You know it's the song you wrote for me!" I said, pushing on his chest to get him off of me.

"I'm not moving from here anytime soon, you know. And of course I know, Bummie, you've told me before." He said bending down to kiss my neck softly being very careful not to leave marks, but effectively making me melt into a puddle.

That's when I heard the door to my room open, and I blushed because of the position we were in. All Jonghyun did was chuckle and sit up on top of me and pull out his phone from his pajama pants pocket.

"Took you long enough." he laughed and I managed to look around him at Minho, cake in hand.

Taemin, right behind him, had that evil maknae smirk on his face and I knew they were up to something.

"Yah. Kim Jonghyun. Get off of me right this second."

"Nu uh. Minho worked hard for this one, sorry Yeobo." He said pointing his phone at me.

I couldn't believe those dorks, and that, although I'd most likely end up with cake in my face, I was happy. 
 

I did end up with cake on my face, lots of it, and the old man had forgot about my birthday, but he made up for it when he came home with a nice present. Designer clothes can fix almost everything.

And, after all, I did get Jonghyun with a nice, red bow.

 

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Let me know what you think for this one, I'm not too confident about it (> . <)