I sat by the window in the café, looking out for Jiyong. He was nearly an hour late. Again. Lately, he’d been showing up late to our dates more and more often.
I sighed in frustration and picked up my mug of hot chocolate. I had barely taken a sip when the café door slammed shut behind someone coming in.
- Hey. - I heard his voice above me.
- Hi. - I replied, glancing up at Jiyong, who had already taken off his jacket and sat down across from me.
- Sorry I’m late, but at the label I had to...
Of course. Work. Same excuse every time for the past few months.
- It’s okay. - I said, forcing a faint smile.
He returned it, though a bit unsure, running a hand through his hair.
- Aaaah!!
I flinched, startled. A group of girls burst into the café, squealing loudly. They rushed over to our table and surrounded Jiyong in seconds.
- Ugh… again… - I muttered, irritated.
I stood up, grabbed my coat, and pushed past the crowd of fans as I walked out of the café. I was getting really tired of situations like this.
- ____! - I heard Jiyong calling after me.
I ignored him and quickened my pace. Moments later, I felt a tug on my arm. Jiyong had caught up and turned me to face him.
- What’s wrong? - he asked, gently touching my cheek.
I brushed his hand away, angry.
- What’s wrong? Seriously?! First, you're always late for our dates…
- But I told you, I had stuff to take care of at the label... - he cut in.
- You’ve been 'taking care of things' for months! - I snapped back, furious now. - And on top of that, people are always interrupting us like just now!
- You mean the fans? - he asked, surprised. - They never used to bother you.
- I know you're an idol, I get it! But I’m starting to get tired of the screaming and constantly...
I didn’t finish. He pulled me into a kiss.
- I’m sorry. I really am. - he said, resting his forehead against mine. - I’ll try to change that. I promise.