Changkyun does not know how it all started. All he remembers is that Wonho promised to bring him around Jeju Island. Yet, all he had been learning about was Wonho, instead.

Changkyun can not recall, he is really trying, really. He tries thinking, how the heck did it get from a solo one man trip to a two men bonding session, was it the alcohol? or was it the loneliness? He does not know, how did he end up on the latter’s car, in the midst of dawn, heading to nowhere. Maybe it was his rebellious nature to go against parents’ words not to follow strangers, or the red head bartender’s reassuring nod, or even Wonho’s -- laughter.

Maybe he was not sober enough to realise when, but somehow, somehow, the latter started appearing in his thoughts too often. Changkyun was curious about his everything, from his name to his blood type, from his hometown to his beloved cat’s name. Wonho easily complied, telling Changkyun everything he wanted to know, everything he was curious about. Of course, Changkyun had questions he was afraid to ask. Maybe questions regarding his gender preference? Putting it bluntly, do you like guys like me too?

He does not understand how a promised tour around Jeju Island becomes a tour around Wonho’s house. He remembers shuffling around, careful not to break everything. Everything looked like they worth more than his most expensive watch. Him, being a clumsy person since birth, did not help either. He remembers Wonho assigning him a massive guest room yet he woke up the next morning in the living room, in Wonho’s arms. The television spoke softly, replaying the movie they fell asleep to the previous night. He also does not forget Wonho’s expression when he tried the breakfast Changkyun made for him. The twinkle in his eyes, the satisfied grin painted on his face, the way his voice went a pitch higher. Making breakfast for picky customers in the nearby cafe has its perks after all.

He vaguely recalls waking up in the middle of the night to a working Wonho. He did not move, afraid of alerting the other. He recognises the surroundings only after spotting Wonho’s coat thrown on his bedroom chair. A sigh was heard from above and the continuous typing paused. Changkyun remembers peeking over Wonho’s hands, processing the words on the screen. He did not read everything but it revolved around two people and a weekend getaway. Changkyun assumed he must have the habit of bringing people around during the weekends before drifting off to sleep again. He woke up once again when the skies were painted pink. There was no more typing and the computer was on stand by mode. He lifted his head from Wonho’s shoulder and smiled at the other’s sleeping visuals. He remembers clearly, the closed eyes, the steady rise and fall of his chest and the slightly parted lips. He was glad Wonho told him he was a heavy sleeper, or he would have woke up when Changkyun pressed his