Ahn Suho

You stood there, arms crossed, tapping your foot on the sidewalk. The cold air stung your skin, but the irritation grew stronger. Ahn Suho was late. Not only that, he hadn’t even texted you, hadn’t said a word about Valentine’s Day, hadn’t even given you a cheap chocolate bar. Nothing. And here he was, standing in front of you, as always, not understanding anything. Confusion flashed in his dark eyes when he saw your expression. What happened to your face?.. He asked, tilting his head.