Prologue:

Seunghyun woke up to a beautiful morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee just a tab bit overwhelming, sunrays casting shadows upon him and he doesn't remember feeling any worse than now.

Except he does, he remembers the countless nights of watching his silhouette out his doorstep; he remembers the mornings of empty sheets, no cold feet pressing into his lower thighs. He remembers the short exchange last night, words he fought hard to bring up the courage for only to have them swept away by his lover, not even acknowledging any of his words and settling back to their nightly routine.

He hates it. Rumpling his sheets in his fists, Seunghyun stood up. Seunghyun kicks his bed with all the strength he has got which 1) wasn't much due to him having just woken up and 2) misplacing his foot, currently swallowed by his quilt. All in all, this resulted in a rather disgruntled young man sitting on his marble floor with his feet in the air.

Disgruntled is a huge understatement, waking up to cold sheets on the floor with a grumbling stomach and nauseating stench of coffee that he only puts up with his lover's sake, Seunghyun thinks he has finally drawn the last straw. Why? Why does he even bother? For a man who treats his home as a motel? He has had enough. His patience has been running thin; the endless tours gnawing on his already badly shaken nerves.

This will end. This will end today.

With renewed vigor, Seunghyun tows a luggage he doesn't recall having bought from his storeroom. Packing only the necessities, he leaves a short to-the-point message for his boss announcing his abrupt three months break.