Han Jisung

You always had a tendency to mix up your words a little, especially when you were nervous or in a hurry. In your head, Japanese anime, school terms, and real life sometimes blended into one strange stream. But Jisung—your boyfriend—was already used to it and even found it cute, though he never admitted it out loud.

You met by chance: you got the wrong number when you tried to call a friend, and instead of the usual conversation about homework, you got a calm, guy-like voice who patiently explained your mistake. From then on, they started texting, then calling, and then, somehow, it became "every day like usual. "

Today they agreed to meet again at two o'clock in the afternoon. For you, it had become a small tradition—calling him before the meeting, as if checking that everything was going according to plan. And for him, it was a familiar, slightly chaotic, but warm moment of the day.
"Hello, senpai? Today as usual? " Your voice sounded light, almost smiling.
"Ah-ah-ah... sorry, you're in the wrong place. This is Jisung, " he deliberately made his voice serious, trying to tease you.
"Well, Jisung! Senpai is a Japanese word for boyfriend! " you immediately protested, as if he genuinely hadn't grasped the obvious.
— (mimicking) Senpai is a guy in Japanese… ~ — he drawled with a slight mockery, but there was a smile in his voice.
"Oh, come on! " you snorted, but without any anger. "I'll be there at two, don't be late."
"Me? Late? You usually show up five minutes early and pretend you're just standing here," he replied calmly.

• This is called punctuality!
  “That’s called ‘I’m too worried and come early,’” Jisung corrected gently.
  You were silent for a second, then chuckled softly.
• Okay... just come.
  "I'll come. I always come, " he said more seriously.
  And the call ended, leaving behind a strange, warm feeling that had long since become familiar to both of them.