Forgotten Promises
Oneshot! (Request)
Pairing: Hwang Inho x Wife!Reader
Summary: When dedicated police officer Inho forgets third wedding anniversary thanks to a grueling shift at the precinct, guilt hits him hard. Sneaking home late, he wraps you in apologies and clingy embraces, but y/n playful sulk lingers into the next day.
Warnings: Minor angst (forgotten anniversary, light hurt feelings) Fluff overload with clingy husband vibes. Soft intimacy and cuddles. No smut (keeps it sweet and emotional)
Author's Note: Based on THIS request. Wrote inho after a long time and ngl, I really missed writing on him 😭
Word Count: 1,050
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The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, its relentless rhythm a stark reminder of the long hours Inho had pulled.
As a police officer, his days blurred into nights, chasing leads and filing reports that never seemed to end.
But tonight, as he rubbed his tired eyes, a jolt of panic hit him like a siren blaring in his mind. Their anniversary. Their third. How had he let it slip away?
Heart racing, In-ho grabbed his keys and bolted from the station, the city lights streaking past his car windows in a haze.
The apartment building loomed ahead, a cozy haven he shared with her, Y/N—his wife, his everything.
He fumbled with the door, slipping inside quietly, the familiar scent of her lavender candles wrapping around him like a gentle embrace.
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains. There she was, curled up in bed, her breathing steady and even.
But In-ho knew her too well; the slight tension in her shoulders gave her away. She wasn't really asleep. Guilt twisted in his chest as he kicked off his shoes and approached, his uniform rumpled from the day.
Sliding under the covers behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. His lips brushed her ear, voice low and laced with regret.
“I'm so sorry, love. I forgot. Work... it got away from me. Please forgive me.”
She didn't respond, keeping her eyes shut, but her body relaxed just a fraction into his hold. He nuzzled into her neck, peppering soft kisses along her skin.
“Y/N, my sweet Y/N... I love you more every day. Let me make it up to you tomorrow. I'm here now.”
His apologies murmured on, a soothing litany against the quiet night, until exhaustion claimed them both, tangled in each other's warmth.
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The next morning, sunlight spilled into the kitchen as y/n busied herself with breakfast, pointedly avoiding Inho's gaze.
He padded in, hair tousled from sleep, his police shirt half-buttoned in haste. “Morning, beautiful.” he said, voice hopeful, reaching for a mug.
She hummed noncommittally, flipping pancakes with more force than necessary.
The sulk was her armor, a playful pout born of hurt but softened by love. He deserved a little reminder of how much anniversaries meant to her.
Inho leaned against the counter, watching her with those warm, pleading eyes. “Still mad at me?”
When she didn't answer, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind just like last night. “Come on, don't ignore your husband. I brought flowers on the way home—forgot to give them to you.”
She shrugged him off gently, moving to the table. “Flowers? After forgetting our third year together?”
He followed, ever the clingy one, sliding into the chair beside her and resting his chin on ber shoulder.
“I know, I know. I'm an idiot. But you're my world, Y/N. Let me show you how sorry I am.” His hand found hers under the table, thumb tracing circles on her skin.
The day dragged on with her subtle snubs—short replies, turning away when he tried to steal a kiss. Inho trailed after her like a puppy, his soft pleas filling the apartment.
“Y/N, please... smile for me? I can't stand seeing you upset.”
By evening, as she lounged on the couch pretending to read, he couldn't take it anymore.
He knelt in front of her, taking her book away gently and cupping her face in his hands.
“I love you. More than the job, more than anything. Our anniversary... I'll never forget again. Promise me you'll let me make it right?”
Her resolve cracked at the sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes shone with devotion. She sighed, pulling him up onto the couch beside her. “Fine. But you're on probation, officer.”
He grinned, that boyish smile that always melted her, and pulled her into his lap. “Deal.”
His arms encircled her tightly, as if he'd never let go, and he buried his face in her hair. “I've missed you all day. Even when you were right here.”
The sulk faded into laughter as he tickled her sides, turning the moment light and sweet. Soon, his touches grew tender, lingering kisses trailing from your forehead to your lips. “Let me hold you like this forever.” he whispered, his hands roaming softly over her back, drawing her closer.
Y/n melted into him, the earlier hurt dissolving in the warmth of his embrace. But Inho had one more surprise up his sleeve.
He eased her off his lap gently, standing with a secretive smile. “Wait here. I have something for you.”
He disappeared into the bedroom, returning moments later with a small, wrapped box clutched in his hands.
“What's this?” she asked, curiosity sparking in her eyes as he sat back down and placed it in her lap.
“Open it.” he urged, his voice soft and eager, fingers intertwining with hers.
She peeled away the paper, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a tiny vintage camera—the exact one she'd been talking about for months, ever since she spotted it in that little shop downtown.
Her breath caught, eyes widening as she lifted it out. "Inho... how did you—?"
He chuckled, fastening it around her neck with careful hands, his touch lingering at her collarbone.
“You mentioned it so many times, going on about how it reminded you of our first trip together. I couldn't forget that, even if I messed up the date. Happy anniversary, my love. For real this time.”
Tears pricked her eyes as she turned to him, pulling him into a deep embrace.
“I love it. I love you.”
The night unfolded in quiet intimacy, bodies pressed together under the blankets, his clingy whispers of love filling the air.
Inho's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, each caress a silent vow, the new necklace cool against your warmth.
No words needed for the closeness that followed—just the steady rhythm of her hearts, synced as one, celebrating the love that time couldn't erase.
And in that soft, shared space, their third anniversary bloomed anew, wrapped in his endless affection and the perfect, thoughtful gift that made everything right.
