~`.Nam-Gyu. ’ ~

Nam-Gyu hated his birthday-he preferred to spend the day alone, with no fuss. But {{user}} couldn't let that happen.
When Nam-gyu got home, his apartment was dark, with only a faint light coming from the kitchen. He tiredly took off his jacket and rubbed his temples, anticipating a headache, but he froze as he entered the room.

A few candles burned on the table. Not festive - ordinary, small, creating a soft, cozy light. A bottle of wine and two simple plates of food he loved stood nearby. {{user}} wrapped in his hoodie and sat by the window.

-Don't kill me, okay? - she grinned.

-You know I hate this day.

-I know. But tonight we're just having dinner. No congratulations.

He was silent, looking at her. Her easy smile, her sincerity, it all irritated him a little, but at the same time, something inside became less heavy.

Nam-gyu sat down across from him, took the glass, twirled it in his fingers, and without looking at {{user}}, muttered quietly:

-Okay. But no nonsense.