“What is it?”

Jeongyeon doesn't look up from what she’s building, a congratulatory gift from her older sisters, working meticulously in the middle of their living room. Her hair is pushed back by a worn headband, kept out of her eyes, blessedly free of their contacts. She looks beautiful, in one of Mina’s shirts and sleep shorts, bathed by the afternoon sun coming through their windows, working away. Jeongyeon is patient, and meticulous, and steady-handed, and Mina loves her, so she tells her.

“Nothing,” Mina answers with a soft smile, lying down on their couch, propped up on one arm. “I just love you, that’s all.”

Jeongyeon does stop then, pages rustling as she drops the instruction manual, eyes lifting up to meet Mina’s. She seems surprised at the sudden declaration, her cheeks pink, and Mina only falls further in love with her.

“I love you too,” Jeongyeon replies bashfully, with a warm smile and shining eyes and a kiss that leaves Mina yearning to stay in the moment for just a little longer. Still, the clock ticks onward, Jeongyeon returns to her task, Mina sinks back onto the couch with her script, and their small home feels a little bit warmer.