DKJVLEDZXV GUYS WE MADE IT TO 100 FOLLOWERS~~!!!!!! I’M SCREAMING WHY DO ALL OF YOU FOLLOW ME I LOVE ALL OF YOU Y’ALL ARE THE ANGELS AND LIGHTS IN MY LIFE AND I JUST LOVE YOU~~~!!!!!! HERE I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER GET TO 50 AND THERE ARE 100 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME.... I’M GONNA CRY I LOVE YOU ALL
"fight me, you attractive stranger" don't dissapoint me fam
OK Rosie….. I hope I didn’t disappoint you too much.
Trying to stay calm, you looked in the direction you assumed the pillow came from. Standing there was your dork boyfriend, MJ, look adorable, but not enough to get him out of trouble.
You were laying on your bed doing your chemistry homework and studying for your exam in a few days, minding your own business when you were hit in the back of the head with a pillow. The sudden attack caused you to mess up your notes, and you had foolishly written your notes in pen so you couldn’t fix them.
Getting off your bed, you walked towards MJ, hugging the weapon to your stomach. “What do you-”
“Fight me, you beautiful stranger!” he yelled, throwing the second pillow he had hidden behind his back at you, this time hitting you square in the face.
“Kim Myungjun,” you said after a pause, keeping your voice level as you reached down to pick up the second weapon.
“Hm? Yes, Jagiya~?”
You breathed in sharply. Now he knew he was testing your patience.
“I love you,” you started out in a sweet, innocent voice, still trying to keep your voice level, “and because I love you, I’m gonna give you 5 seconds to go hide or do anything that you think will protect you from my wrath.” You shot him a cute little smile just for kicks at the end.
As soon as you were done talking, MJ ran out of the room, and you could hear him running through the apartment, undoubtedly making a mess you would have to clean up later.
You took a deep breath and shouted, “ONE!”
“Wait!” MJ ran back into the room, hands clasped in front of him. “You wouldn’t actually hurt me? Don’t you love me?”
All you did was smile up at your boyfriend and yelled, “TWO!”
MJ screamed as he ran out of the room, pleading with you as he ran around your apartment, looking for something to help him.
“THREE!”
The closer you got to five, the more earnest the pleading got, but you could hear the smile his voice despite all the ruckus he was making.
“FOUR!” you said in a sing song voice, collecting anything and everything that you could throw at MJ before he managed to tackle you to the ground or found some other way to stop you.
“FIVE!”
The second the word left your mouth, you were running out into the hallway to exact your revenge on your boyfriend.
The lights being off in the living room gave you the feeling that MJ was hiding there, waiting to ambush you. You slowly crept towards the entrance, trying to make as little sound as possible.
Deciding to just go in and attack, you ran into the living room, a war cry leaving your mouth when you came face to face with MJ wearing a birthday hat holding a cake.
“What’s all this…”
More confused than anything, you look around the room for some kind of booby trap only to be met with balloons bouncing against the ceiling and a poorly constructed banner hanging in front of the TV that read “Happy Birthday Jagiya~~!! I love you~~!!”
Still looking around the room, your eyes landed on the table full of your favorite foods and a couple of presents wrapped in some wrapping paper from December.
Turning to look back at MJ, you just give him a quizzical look, until it dawned on you.
“It’s my birthday.”
Placing the cake down, MJ reaches behind him and pulls out a party hat from his back pocket. Before he puts it on your head, you see “My Birthday Girl” written across the front of the hat.
Once he’s done adjusting the hat so that it’s just right, MJ pulls you into a hug and whispers into your ear, “Happy birthday Jagiya.”
Your arms fall to their sides, dropping all the pillows you had initially gathered to throw at MJ and hugged him back. You buried your face in the crook of his shoulder, grateful that he had remembered.
You pulled away, but slid your hand into his, and looking at him you said, “I can’t believe I forgot my own birthday.”
Laughing, MJ squeezed your hand as he reached for the light switch. “Here,” he said after he had turned them back one. “Now I can see your beautiful face more clearly.”
You pulled him to the couch and sat down, still holding MJ’s hand. He followed suit and sat down next to you, pulling you closer to him so that you could lay your head on his shoulder.
You just sat there in each other’s presence for a while before you broke the silence.
You gazed around the room, still a little shocked. Once you had finished looking at everything, your eyes landed on MJ’s and you gave him the smallest apologetic smile. “I’m sorry I got mad at you.”
He lifted your hand this time, and placed a kiss on the back of it. “I knew you weren’t really mad,” he said matter of factly. You saw a small smirk evident on his face, causing your heart to flutter.
He then turned his head to look at you. “I also knew that you were stressed out about your chemistry exam in a few days, and thought that maybe a break is what you needed.” A look of worry replaced the smile on his face. “You haven’t been sleeping much and whenever I ask you if you’ve eaten, you say that you forgot or that you don’t have time to and I just… I don’t know.”
He looked down into his lap, holding your hand a little tighter. “I guess I’m just worried about your health.”
This time, you squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his shoulder. The guilt you felt from making him worry about you was enough to make you rethink your entire study plan. You really did love MJ and seeing him worry because of you was one of the worst feelings.
Snuggling even closer into him, you lift your head and flick at his party hat, which read, “It’s my Jagiya’s Birthday!”
Not noticing the writing on his hat, you were taken aback. Sitting up straighter, you demanded, “Kim Myungjun, did you personalize the hats that we’re wearing just for me?”
“Maybe I did,” he replied rather smugly, seeming to regain his playful demeanor that you loved so much. “I wanted the best hats for my girlfriend’s birthday.” Softening the look in his eyes, he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Is that a problem?”
Laughing, you answered by planting a kiss on his cheek. “No. It’s not a problem at all.”
