I stumbled into the kitchen with eyes half opened.

Upon entering the kitchen, I encountered a queer sight and I stopped dead in my tracks.

Delicious looking plates of sandwiches, eggs and a cup of hot chocolate sat atop the table.

Which was lovely.

Except that I lived alone.

"Oh god, since when do ghosts cook?!" I mumble unintelligibly. feeling light headed as I just woke up.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around my waist and I gave a surprise cry.

I whipped my head back and came face to face with my boyfriend, Sehun.

"Omo! What are you doing here? How did you get in! I mutter, eyes wide.

"Pabo ya, you left your door unlocked. And you told me you always leave a key under your doormat, remember?" he replies, smirking.

"Hey! are you trying to say I'm silly? hmmp, I  won't forgive you. Why are you here anyway?" I said, pushing him away pretending to be angry.

"Jagiya, I'm sorry for calling you silly, forgive me please?" He apologized pouting.

It's impossible for one to stay angry when he's pouting, being cuter than what he already is. Well, what else could I've done, I nodded. 

Sehun led me towards the dining table, holding out the chair for me. After I sat down, he gave me a sudden peck on the cheek from behind. "Happy Birthday darling" He whispered.