Two weeks. It has been two weeks of almost silence and Hakyeon isn't sure if he can take more of this. His husband, a guy he met exactly two weeks ago, at the altar with a prepared vow for anyone they'll be instantly married to, is a man of very few words. He answers Hakyeon mostly with a nod and if he's lucky a word or two.

It was raining that afternoon and Hakyeon didn't expect to find his husband drenched on the doorsteps with a meowing box under his arms.

"They were cold." he said almost childlike.