Nowadays, silence was what filled the kitchen during breakfast. Clattering utensils and the coffee machine working its job. A simple wave was what replaced the mundane 'Good Morning', and a kiss replaced the usual 'Goodbye's.

One hundred and sixty-seven words was the daily word count everyone was given.

Doojoon stumbles in late one night and Junhyung stares at him, not bothering to scold at him, nor did he bother to question why he was so late. Doojoon takes it that Junhyung had already used up his word count. He sits next to the other on the couch, nuzzling his face against his neck and whispers 'I love you's with his remaining thirty-six words.

Junhyung stops Doojoon before he reaches his final 'I love you' and he whispers against his lips with an 'I love you too,' and says no more when he finally hits his own limit.

Doojoon only smiles and doesn't bother to waste his last three words on anything else but another 'I love you.'