Taekwoon had been married for a week. He had met his husband just last week. Yes. At the altar where they said empty vows.

"Do you want coffee?" his husband asked. Taekwoon nodded. He was still getting used to living with someone after living alone for so long.

Taekwoon watched as his husband moved around their kitchen with a loose white shirt and his hair sticking up everywhere. He was reminded of long lashes against smooth cheeks and slack pouty lips. He was waking up to it for the entire week and maybe, just maybe, he's starting to fall.