“You’re here again?” the doctor smiled at Ryeowook and then nodded at Hyungsik to follow him into the examination room.

“I just can’t get rid of him,” Hyungsik muttered, amused. His hand brushed against the older boy’s fingers, a smile ghosting across his features.

The trio entered the private room and the doctor shut the door behind them. He leafed through the boy’s file, humming softly as he reminded himself of their visit from last week. “It’s just amazing that you two are so close. I’ve seen many friendships – even brothers – give up after the first few years.”

Ryeowook sat down in one of the chairs, looking over at the doctor as Hyungsik began removing his school uniform for his check-up. “You’re from the United States, aren’t you?” he prompted the professional.

“Yes, I am,” he chuckled, “why are you asking all of a sudden?”

“Because,” Ryeowook dropped his eyes to the silver bracelet around his wrist, “I hear that Americans are more…accepting of relationships.” He locked gazes with the doctor, anxiously waiting for him to say something.

“…well, it’s none of my business how my patients live their lives,” the man responded, smiling slightly, “Though I would like to commend you. Most married couples aren’t able to last five years strong.”

The doctor then proceeded to put his stethoscope on and start the examination. Ryeowook watched quietly as the routine check-up went off without a hitch. There was no way to extend the time left. All they could do was make sure that Hyungsik still had a strong enough body to finish everything he wanted to do.

It took roughly ten minutes, but after that, the pair was walking out of the office and down the street. Sunlight was losing power as evening set in. Ryeowook took out the video camera, turning it on and filming left to right, capturing all of the fading light. “Dear us,” he smiled, “this is my favorite time of day.”

“And why is that?” Hyungsik mused, knowing very well why.

Ryeowook turned the camera towards him, saying, “Because this is our time of day. If there are such things as ‘our song’ and ‘our movie’ then there can be an ‘our time of day’, right?”

“I don’t know if it works like that,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around the shorter male’s waist, looking up when Ryeowook angled the camera down to film them. “But if you think this is our time of day. Then that’s alright with me. Sunset is ours forever.”

Abruptly, the older boy turned the camera off and spun around in Hyungsik’s arms, eyes shining with excitement. “Where should we go this summer?”

There was no confusion or hesitation in the soon to be high school senior. He nodded towards their apartment building in the slight distance. They had found one close to the doctor’s office, of course. “I want to spend it there.”

“You don’t want to go anywhere?” Ryeowook blinked, brow furrowing.

“I want to play house with you.” Hyungsik took his lover’s hand, pulling him down the street at a calm, but surprisingly hastened pace. They were in front of their future apartment in minutes, staring up at the slightly older structure. “Do you see it?” he asked a little breathlessly. “I’m never going to get to marry you. So for this summer,” Hyungsik’s cheeks grew pink, lips pursing for a moment, “…can we pretend?”

Ryeowook pressed their lips together, wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s neck. The latter hugged him tight, lifting his miniscule weight up and spinning him around. Giggles burst into the early evening as they looked at one another, the final orange and red rays disappearing below the horizon. “Are you asking me to be your make-believe-husband?” Ryeowook teased.

“I would never ask anyone else,” he returned, setting the slender figure back down on the ground.

“Should we head back home for now?” the older male murmured, running his fingers down Hyungsik’s cheek. Ryeowook leaned up, resting his forehead against his lover’s.

“Aren’t we home already?” he asked playfully, taking the camera and filming the small apartment complex. “Park Hyungsik and Kim Ryeowook’s very first home! It’s sort of dark, but you can still see it right?”

“Who are you talking to?” Ryeowook chuckled.

“I’m talking to the future you,” he smiled, “I don’t want you to ever forget.”