goddess energy 💫

You tried waiting up until 12 a.m. that very night.

Waiting.

Maybe your friends would come with a cake? You see those things happen a lot with other people. However once the time showcased on your phone strikes 12, the door was oddly quiet.

One minute passed, and then two.

Half an hour passes, no one comes.

Your phone, however, already has notifications from the ones you knew for a very long time, high school friends, cousins, siblings.

But no one really showed up.

With a heavy heart, you slept it off with a new knowledge that perhaps this might be how your birthday will go from now on.

Another year passed, 19. Your last teen.

Maybe this time it'll be different? Still miles away from your family however this is pretty big for anyone.

Right?

You waited at 12 again, hoping for a different outcome but as time passes by you were left to whisper yourself a happy birthday and turn to sleep.

During the day, everyone wished you a happy birthday. Something that they found our a few minutes prior, or even seconds. You won't know.

You smile and mutter a small thanks.

Your parents video called you, both singing happy birthday with a fond smile on their faces. You notice their hair greyer. Wrinkles noticable.

You wished to be home.

Ordering yourself tiramisu (small in size, prince student-friendly) and and milk tea as a little treat, you honestly feel content.

Not your happiest, but content.

That didn't stop your wandering eyes, nor the voices screaming at you in your head.

No gifts again?

You're buying cake...for yourself?

It's your last teen, no flowers?

Have you even gotten flowers before?

You brushed it off, "I'm at that age where's everything dramatic." You scoff at yourself.

Years passed, now you're way older. In your twenties. Stable job, healthy circle of friends, and a loving boyfriend.

Wait, boyfriend?

Lee Heeseung confessed to you at the end of your undergraduate year, during graduation and ever since then, life has been great.

No unnecessary drama, no messy feelings. He's there when you need him, for casual dates, late night movie session and even during failed job interviews leaving you sobbing in his arms.

The first few months were shy, a little timid. To the both of you, this is your first real relationship. Not a situationship where everything feels unsure.

You still remember the first time he visits your apartment, keeping your eyes on you, as if it's a sin if he looked around. It was hilarious, his face.

And tonight, it's your birthday.

Specifically, half an hour before your birthday.

You already have a set routine, self-care. Shower a little longer, thorough with steps. Your skincare done.

You didn't plan to stay up until this late, but work kept you long and you only arrive home around 10 p.m.

Tomorrow, it's the weekends. A good day in for your birthday.

When the clock strikes 12, you heard your doorbell rang.

You tilt your head in confusion, you don't plan to have visitors. Especially at midnight.

You put on your home slippers as you got off bed, walking to your front door. You peek through the peephole and the sight made you freeze.

Heeseung.

With a large bouquet and cake in his hand.

You immediately open, "Hee?!" He replies with a grin, "Happy Birthday, my sweet girl."

You slam your body against him, into a tight hug making him let out a small oof.

"Why? Your apartment is almost 45 minutes away! Didn't you say you're working overtime today? Why aren't you wearing layers? It's cold!"

He laughs, "Woah, calm down, baby." He kisses your temple with a soft smile on his face. "Who says anything about missing my girl's birthday?"

"You could've just meet me tomorrow!"

"I wanna be the first one. This year onwards." He hums, before bringing your face close to plant a soft kiss on your lips. "Happy Birthday,"

You smile, "Thank you, Hee."

You bring him inside as he kicks his shoe off, walking towards the living room, setting the cake on the coffee table. "Tiramisu?"

"You know it."

He hands you the bouquet. "For you,"

Him and his flowers, you melt everytime.

The first time was during his confession, graduation happened and he steals you away from your parents, handing you your first ever flower.

Comes the first date, the second one and his "just because" flowers.

He sits beside you, cross-legged. Lighting up the candle, and turns to you. "Sing?" He asks, prioritizing your comfortability.

With a smile, you nod. and he immediately sings the birthday song.

On the last part, he kisses your cheek. "Make a wish." You squint your eye, hands clasped and you whisper in your heart.

Please make me spend my whole life with this man.

You blow the candle and he cheers, kissing you again. He really loves kissing, never wanting to stop sometimes.

This is the first birthday you spend with him, it's...refreshing. Like this year alone makes up the years you have spent it alone.

That what you notice Heeseung does to your life. As if all the bad things happened are prerequisites for this life you have now.

"I have the whole day planned tomorrow, of course," He smirks. "But it's up to you, day in or day out?"

"You had it planned for both?" Your eyes widen.

"Who do you take me for, baby?"

a/n: a little self-indulgent fic as my birthday was just a few days ago! if you had yours too or coming, happy birthday !