*flashback*

 

“But babe, March 19th is our anniversary…” she said in a timid voice, close to tears. She wanted to spend their anniversary together and she already planned everything out, but a last minute performance came up and the dress rehearsal was on the same day as their anniversary… and all the way in Japan.

 

“I know, honey. I wish I could be with you too, but you know how it is… I’m sorry baby, I really am. I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” Hoseok tried to compensate. He knew how much y/n had been looking forward to their anniversary. She’d been talking about their plans for the special day, and he was excited too, but he couldn’t do anything. Sometimes he wished he wasn’t an idol so he could spend his every waking hour with her. It hurt him so much inside to see the disappointment in her face.

 

“Am I not important enough to you? You’re always out for practice! Do you even love me anymore?” y/n angrily shouted at him. She already had tears rolling down her cheeks. She tried so hard not to cry but she couldn’t hold it back. She hated crying in front of him. She thought she seemed weak.

 

“y/n plea-“

 

“Don’t touch me!” she pulled her arm away from him when he tried to hold her. Her action took him aback and he backed away from her. She didn’t care about his feelings at this point. She was too angry to care, she let her anger get the best of her. 

 

She looked up and looked him in the eyes. All she saw was regret, sadness, and tears in his eyes, but she didn’t care.

 

“You know what, Hoseok? We’re over!”

 

*flashback ends*

 

She ran to the nearby park and sat on a bench to cry her eyes out. She honestly felt like she had made a mistake, but she knew there was no turning back. He probably hated her now.

 

*y/n’s POV*

 

“Hey miss, are you okay?” a deep voice asked in a gentle tone. I looked up to see a man with dark brown hair looking at me with concerned eyes. They seemed to widen when he saw my tear stained face. Jeez, didn’t his mom teach him not to look at people like that?

 

“I’m fine, just leave me alone,” I said coldly. I don’t need another to talk to me right now.

 

“You don’t seem to be. My name’s Minseok,” the stranger, named Minseok, said in a complete opposite tone from me and sat beside me. Damn, how can someone be so cheerful in front of another person who just cried? Is this man crazy?

 

I eventually gave into his kindness and told him my name. No point in arguing with the guy, he seemed hard-headed and strong-willed. An awkward silence fell upon us after I named myself, until I decided to break the silence.

 

“Haha, your name ends with -Seok too, just like my boyfr- I mean, ex-boyfriend,” I muttered out the last word. , I need to get used to calling him that now. Minseok looked at me questioningly.

 

“Is that why you’re crying? You argued with him and came here to cry? What happened? Why did you fight?” Minseok bombarded me with questions. Wow, this guy is a busybody. Well, might as well get some anger and sadness now, right?

 

“Well first, yes that is why I’m crying, yes I argued with him and came here to cry, and we fought because our anniversary is soon but he told me he couldn’t spend time with me because he has a dre- work. I mean work,” I stopped herself and changed my choice of words. Don’t want a random guy to go ahead and spread rumours about Hoseok, right? I still kinda cared… and I don’t wanna get hate from millions of young fangirls angry that I got to date their bias and they don’t. Gosh, fans are so delusional nowadays. Don’t the know how hard it is to sneak around and not get caught by any cameras?

 

“He’s an idol, isn’t he? Don’t look at me like that, I caught that slip faster than Suga’s rap in Cypher Part 2. Don’t worry, I won’t tell, I’m an idol too,” Minseok rambled on. Oh my God, did he just make a BTS reference? I couldn’t help but laugh at it. If only he knew how I was related to BTS. Meh, maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after a- Wait, did he just say he was an idol?

 

“Idol? Which company are you from?” it was now my turn to question this guy. Idol? I’ve never seen him before…

 

“Hey, whose story are we listening to, now? Yours or mine?” he retorted back. I admitted defeat and looked to the ground.

 

“Don’t you love him?” Minseok questioned me again. Damn, this guy just loves asking the real questions, huh? Now that I think about it, I actually haven’t told him I loved him yet. I was always too shy or scared to say it, or even just say it back to him. I wasn’t sure whether I actually loved him. You know those girls that just tell anyone “OMG I love you soooo much, you’re like my best friend!” to anyone they see? Yeah, that. I’m not that type. I treasure those three words and only say it when I’m sure. But I wasn’t sure with Hoseok…

 

“I don’t know, Minseok… I’ve never said those three words to him before,” I told him, breaking the silence again that was created when I was thinking about his question. Hoseok has told me so many times that he loved me, I wonder if he ever wondered why I never say it back…

 

“Well then, what IS love to you?” he asked me with a serious face. I’ve never thought about that before. What is love to me? It took me a few seconds to respond back to him.

 

“Love is… when you guys share fries and there’s only one left, and he argues with you about who should have it even though he wants to give it to you, just to see you annoyed because you looked adorable when you were annoyed. Love is you calling him at 3am because you watched a horror movie alone and couldn’t sleep, and him listening to your ramblings no matter how tired he was from practice that day because he knew it’d make you feel better. Love is him giving you his jacket when it’s cold out no matter how cold he felt too. Love is him sneaking out of his dorm, even after being told not to, to go to your apartment after his tiring rehearsal because you felt lonely and wanted to hang out. Love is when he wakes up first in the morning and carefully takes his hands and arms off of you after a night of cuddling because he wanted to prepare breakfast before you woke up. Love is going to extreme measures to sneak to the nearby restaurant without being caught by cameras so you could have a proper first date. Love is you being a little moody when you’re on your period, and him bringing you ice cream, macarons and all your favourite desserts to snack on before he left for a live performance so you could enjoy them while watching. Love is you flying out to a totally different country when you have a break from school just to watch him live during his concert. Love is him introducing you to his other members and them immediately treating you like their own sister, because they knew how much he loved you. Love is when s would about you right in front of you. Love is the look he gave you on your first date when he knew you were the one. Love is doing anything and everything for that one special person without expecting anything back because you just want them to be happy.”

 

A silence fell upon us when I realised what I just said.

 

Oh no. What have I done?

 

“Uh, Minseok I gotta go. I need to get my boyfriend back,” I said quickly as I stood up from the park bench and sprinted towards Hoseok’s building. I heard a faint wish of good luck behind me, must’ve been from Minseok. How am I supposed to thank him for listening and making me realise? Oh right, he’s an idol, I can always just Google him. Oh goodness, this sprinting is making my lungs feel like they’re on fire, but I need to get there quickly.

 

I felt a small droplet land on the top of my head, and several more following in just a few moments. Oh no, not now. Jeez am I in a ing K-Drama or something? Why does everything seem so dramatic today? I began to slow down my pace so I wouldn’t face-plant the ground. There was a sudden downpour of heavy rain. Just a few more steps to the apartment building, come on, you can do this, I told myself.

 

Fortunately, one of the lifts were already on the first floor when I approached the lifts. Thank God it was, I was planning to sprint all the way to his floor if the lift wasn’t there yet. I impatiently pressed the button multiple times. Yeah y/n, as if that would make any ing difference. I entered the lift and, yet again, slammed my finger on the floor number that Hoseok was on. Wow, it kinda feels cold now… well duh I just ran in the rain. As the floor number increased, the rate of my heartbeat increased as well. What if he doesn’t take me back? I was thinking of just giving up, when I reached his floor.

 

I was just about to knock on the floor when it automatically opened, my ex-boyfriend stood there with a worried expression as if he’d been waiting for me.

 

*Hoseok’s POV*

 

“I-I’m sorry, Oppa…” y/n stuttered as she shivered from being soaked in the rain. I quickly pulled her in before I said anything else.

 

“Don’t say anything else and go take a hot shower. I’ll leave some clothes for you on the bed,” I said sternly, trying so hard not to break character. She looked so fragile, as if one touch could shatter her to pieces. She made her way to my room with her head hung low. I followed her but made my way to my cabinet instead, taking out my oversized TRB concert tee I knew she loved wearing so much, and a pair of runner shorts she always left in the dorm so she had spare clothes in case she stayed the night. I neatly laid them out on my bed and headed out to the kitchen. I should make her some hot chocolate, it’s pretty cold now. I took the 3-in-1 mix from the cupboard and poured it out into a mug. What? I don’t have time to make it homemade, don’t judge. I turned the kettle on and waited for the water to boil. Gosh, I hate this part. Waiting for water to boil can be so agonising sometimes. In the meantime, I’ll just check if we have marshmallows I can add in the hot chocolate. Oh, look at that, five pieces of marshmallows left, I thought as my eyes landed on the nearly empty packet in the fridge. Taehyung probably ate the rest, nice.

 

Just as I thought those words, the kettle turned off. Oh finally. I approached the kettle and poured out just the right amount of water into the mug, and waited for a bit before I put the marshmallows in. I heard a door open, must’ve been y/n done with her shower. I quickly dropped the marshmallows in and made my way to the couch, seeing my little angel huddled up on the couch. She’s so tiny I can probably put her in my pocket. Oh how I wish I could, so she could always travel with me. She’s my hope, she’s my angel, she’s y/n. That was so ing corny, forgive me.

 

“I-I’m sorry, Jagi, I didn’t mean what I said. I was just really sad cause I wanted to spend our anniversary together… I mean, which couple doesn’t want to, right? I’m so so so sorry, I still love you…” she said in a voice so soft she was barely audible. Wait, did she just say she loved me? A smile crept up on my face when I realised.

 

“Wh-why are you looking at me like that?” she asked nervously, looking down trying to hide her blushing face. Oh my God, she’s so adorable. I leaned in slowly and cupped her face, making her look up.

 

“y/n… I love you too,” I whispered before I leaned in to kiss her. Her body was so tense but immediately relaxed when I put my lips on hers. It took her a while to kiss back, but she did and oh , it felt so good. Her lips are so thick and soft. She s her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer, I couldn’t help but chuckle at her action. She deepened the kiss, and she seemed so… needy for me. I ing loved it. Our lips just melted together so well, as if they were two puzzle pieces that went next to each other on a big puzzle. 

 

I pulled away from her after what seemed like forever, and she whined at the lost of contact. I chuckled at the sound she made. Can this girl be any cuter? She looked at me with a serious expression.

 

“So… are we okay now?” she asked, her eyes locked on mine. She had big, dark brown eyes, I loved getting lost in them. They got even bigger whenever she was asking a question she’s curious about, just like they are now. I chuckled, yet again, at her.

 

“Would I have kissed you if we weren’t okay?” I asked sarcastically, pinching her cheek. She slapped my hand away and acted annoyed. I snickered at her action and pulled her in closer so we could cuddle. Oh , I should tell her our anniversary plan now.

 

“Jagiya…” I called and she looked up at me.

 

“I forgot to tell you… I managed to convince my manager to allow me to bring you along to Japan so we could spend our anniversary there, when you ran off. Don’t worry, I’m paying for all your expenses,” I added the last sentence when I saw her eyes widen.

 

“Oppa, that’s too much… I can just wait for you to come back,” she looked so guilty. Ah, this girl, really…

 

“y/n, you’re my girlfriend and I love you. Money is nothing to me if I get to have you with me. Plus it’s our anniversary, I’m not gonna leave you alone on our special day, okay? Don’t feel burdened please, I really want you to be there. Plus the other members kinda miss you too,” I smiled, remembering all the times the members asked about y/n. She wasn’t just precious to me, but to them too. She was our princess.

 

“Fine then… I love you, Oppa~” she admitted defeat, in a cute way may I add. I kissed her forehead and she laid her head on my chest, falling asleep in a few moments. 

 

I love you too, y/n.