Q for quiet, because Bae Joohyun was not a woman of many words.

She was quiet first thing in the morning after waking up. Her eyes staring sleepily at Wendy while thoughts about everything she had to do that day whirled around in her mind. The only sounds escaping her would be the sighs and yawns as she dragged she herself closer to her wife in bed, burying her face in her neck to nuzzle at the soft skin there. Her fingers would reach up to cup Wendy's cheek or neck, semi-circles that sent shudders down Wendy's spine and woke her. Her only word before they get out of bed being "morning" as a reply to Wendy's own.

During breakfast, or any meal for that matter, she would be quiet, silently eating her food with her ankle wrapped Wendy's own. Sometimes she'd ask her questions about her day or answer any questions Wendy had but for the most part eating was a quiet affair. This just was how Irene ate, even back when they were in college or in front of their friends. 
 

Getting ready for work or any outings wasn't any different. The older woman moving silently around the room to pick out and put on various articles of clothing and jewelry that were appropriate for the day, her only constant stable being the gold wedding band on her ring finger. After finishing, she'd come and stand behind Wendy, resting her chin on her  her shoulder and peering at the mirror in front of them.

"We match." She'll quip sometimes with a small amused smile, her hand reaching to tug at whatever it is that the two are sharing that day. Her other hand had Wendy's left hand in a gentle hold, fingers rubbing over Wendy's own wedding and engagement  rings. She'll press a lingering kiss to Wendy's shoulder before leaving, her own shoulders raising up as she inhales her wife's perfume.
 

Then came the quiet car rides, or not really that quiet since Irene let Wendy play whatever music she wants. The younger woman would blast the newest songs from kpop idol groups, singing along with the music and sometimes even dancing in her seat. When she'd notice the small bobs of Irene's head to the beat, she'll start laughing and grabbing her hand off of her thigh to do the killing part of the dance. Of course it never worked, Irene only letting out this small amused scoff and returning her hand to Wendy's thigh, giving it a squeeze while she sent her wife a small grin at her ridiculous dance moves. 
 

"Bye sweetheart, I love you." Wendy w