One day, when Jinki walks down the stairs, he is greeted by this sight: Kibum, relaxed and recumbent on the couch, deliberately casual. Perfectly unruffled, he gives Jinki a small, pleased smile. He uncrosses his legs, languid in every motion as he adjusts how they stretch out in front of him.

The moment is uncommented on, not by Jinki, and not by Minho, who is playing footstool. On all fours, nearly but for the sheer, pretty edged in lace: he does not speak as Jinki finishes his descent and crosses the room to give Kibum his morning kiss.