Tired, Hyukjae trudged through the door of his home. He placed his keys on the glass bowl on the hallway dresser and used the toes of his shoes to flick them off. Throwing his bag on the floor, he falls headfirst onto the couch, almost at the comforting creak of the leather.

“Bad day?”

Hyukjae smiles at low soft voice, the one that he loved. He hums in answer and then flops to his side, facing the man he had come to love so much. “It’s been an ugly day,” he grouses, lips in a pout and eyes puppy-like. “Say something beautiful.”

And Kyuhyun tells him of what he finds most beautiful, “Hyukjae. My lovely Hyukjae”