From John - To Mikoto
I know… right now you’re probably still upset with me. Maybe not too much, just a little pout, or maybe you’re lying around sulking because your bubble tea craving hasn’t been satisfied. But whatever state you’re in, I’m writing these words – not to make excuses, not to justify myself – but simply to ask you, the guy who so effortlessly overthrows my heart, to forgive a man who tried his best but still failed to breach the locked doors of your beloved brown sugar bubble tea shop.
I know… that cup of brown sugar bubble tea isn’t just a drink. It’s a symbol. It’s love, it’s joy, it’s your source of energy after a long exhausting day. It’s what makes life feel a little more bearable – especially when deadlines are breathing down your neck, or when the weather is as sweltering as it is today. And more than anything, it was a promise – a promise I, your boyfriend, made with the confidence of a warrior: “This afternoon, I’ll get you a big one!”
And yet… I broke that promise.
I arrived on time, at the right place, at the right shop. I double-checked the order you sent: “Brown sugar boba, size L, less ice, extra pearls, 70% sugar.” I even took a photo of the menu and sent it to you for confirmation. That was proof – proof that I hadn’t forgotten, that I wasn’t careless. But then – like a bitter twist of fate – the sign was still lit, the staff still inside, yet a cold, heartless notice hung in front of the door, stabbing me straight in the chest: “CLOSED TODAY – TECHNICAL ISSUE.”
You can’t imagine how, in that moment, it felt like I fell into a bottomless pit. All my hopes evaporated. All my plans for a sweet evening – your favorite drink, the sparkle in your eyes at the first sip – all shattered. I stood there, knocked on the door, tapped on the glass, asked the nearby security guard – but it was useless. Like a modern-day Romeo locked out from his Juliet, all I could do was sigh and watch the bubble tea of my imagination dissolve like soap bubbles.
I know your heart might be in turmoil now. You have every right to be upset, to feel let down. This isn’t the first time I’ve accidentally disappointed you – sometimes forgetting your topping, sometimes ordering from the wrong shop, sometimes coming home late and making you wait. But this time, I truly tried. I just hope you can see a little sincerity in the fact that I went all the way there, patiently waited, and finally trudged back home in defeat – like a fallen warrior.
My love… Maybe a cup of bubble tea is a small thing, but I understand now – small things, repeated enough times, can turn into big things. That’s why I’m writing this, not only to apologize, but to remind myself: Never take lightly anything that makes you happy. No matter how small. Even if it’s just a cup of bubble tea. Because love isn’t about grand gestures – it’s about paying attention, remembering, and keeping promises.
I promise, next time if there’s any hiccup, I’ll have a backup plan. I’ll save three other shop addresses – so if one’s closed, I’ll instantly pivot like a true hero. I won’t let you be upset over a cup of bubble tea – and I definitely won’t let you think I’m lazy or indifferent.
I know you’re quick to anger, but you’re also quick to forgive – as long as it’s sincere. And me, though far from perfect, I’ve always been sincere with you. I love those moments when you glare at me for finishing your bubble tea, love the way you frown when the toppings are less than usual, and love that absurdly happy sparkle in your eyes when the drink’s made just right.
I hope – if you’re sad or mad today – tomorrow it’ll pass. And if you’re still wondering whether to forgive me or not, I hope you’ll look at me again with those same eyes you once did – gentle, forgiving, and full of love. Because I’m just a clumsy guy who always wants to bring you the sweetest things. Even if I failed today, I’ll do better tomorrow.
Forgive me, please.
Because of one cup of bubble tea I couldn’t buy – now my heart is overflowing with boba pearls of regret. And if I have to, I’ll make those pearls by hand, cook the brown sugar myself with all my heart – just to see you smile again.
I love you – and your endless passion for bubble tea.
is this where were at in the wait for mikotos final trial... first person pov 0909 fanfic in my inbox... ill give you credit oomf i was reduced to tears by the passion and prose
