Cho Kyuhyun is a simple man. He doesn’t need luxury, a fancy sports car or a large mansion for a house. He needs a simple home with a simple bed. He doesn’t need a car; he prefers to walk.

He prefers observing the bustling activity of the people around him; the sound of cars; the chatter of voices. 

He enjoys simple things. Like black coffee. Like the smell of grass after it rains. Like the crunch of crispy leaves in the Autumn.

Out of all the things he enjoys in the simplicity he finds in the complexity of life, he enjoys Sungmin. So when Kyuhyun spots a man, blonde and dressed in simple warm attire, he smiles. ‘You’re late’, the blonde’s eyes seem to say.

‘You’re early’, he’s sure his eyes say back.

He sits across the man, offering a smile that is quickly returned. A brazen kiss is pressed against his lips and he hums in contentment. 

They are in a simple cafe, in the midst of the business of Seoul, in the midst of the Autumn chill. 

To put it simply, Cho Kyuhyun is a simple man. He doesn’t need luxury, a fancy sports car or a large mansion for a house.

All he needs, is simply, Lee Sungmin.