Donghae fixes his tie. Puts on his shades. Checks himself in the mirror. Smirks. Then quickly tries a simple smile. He turns. Walks out of the bedroom.

"Okay, honeybun, I'm ready!"

The honeybun calls out something. To show he heard. But he's in the fridge. Their picnic bag on the counter. Hyukjae is packing more food in. It seems. Makes Donghae roll his eyes. But fondly. Because Hyukjae is probably starving already. So he'll eat everything.

"What's that?" Donghae says. Stands a little behind. Out of Hyukjae's sight. Watches Hyukjae fit a box in.

"Our cookies."

"When did you buy those?"

That makes Hyukjae spin around. "I didn't buy them--"

His husband stops. Eyes wide. His mouth opens in an O. He closes it after a second. Scans Donghae top to bottom. Frowns a little.

"Um, Hae... I'm sorry, babe, but... why are you dressed like that?"

"What?" Donghae holds out his arms. "It doesn't look good?"

Hyukjae narrows his eyes. Donghae thinks, he knows? Already?

"We're going to a park," Hyukjae says. Pouty lips out. "For a picnic. With normal people around. It's not the red carpet, Hae."

Donghae gets his own pout out. "But I wanted to look good, like you..."

"You can look good in anything, Hae," Hyukjae says. "You don't need to look like a movie star! Even if people don't recognize you, do you know what they'll see?"

"What?" Donghae says. Interested.

"A rich chaebol and a loser!"

Donghae snorts. Steps to Hyukjae. Pulls his arms. Drags him closer. Presses a kiss to his lips.

"You mean a rich chaebol and a cutie?" Donghae says. Smiles happily. 

Hyukjae huffs. Slips away. Back to his picnic basket.

"Go change!" he says. "Wear something normal! Something comfortable! We don't want people staring at us! Your is gonna rip those pants when you sit down!"

"Okay!" Donghae says. Spins back around. Struts to the bedroom. He feels Hyukjae's eyes on him. He turns at the door. To catch Hyukjae. The man instantly glares. Donghae winks at him.

"Donghae, quit wasting time!"

---

He dresses in something more casual. Slips on Hyukjae's hoodie. Shuffles out. Hyukjae's face brightens. Then falls.

"What now?" Donghae whines.

Hyukjae walks over to him. Puts his hands on his head. Gently brushes his hair down.

"Okay, that's better."

"Why'd you mess up my hair?"

"I'm sorry, Hae... it just doesn't go with this outfit..."

"Yeah? I think you don't want me to look y."

"W-What? No..."

"You used to beg me for suits and blond hair, now I can't even have my forehead out, because no, it's too y--"

"Hae," Hyukjae says. Concerned. Hands cup his face. "That's not it, you can have all of that, but to somewhere else, okay? I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to..."

He lets him go. Frowns. Because he's noticed. Donghae's trying to hide his smile.

Hyukjae pulls at his cheeks.

"Youuu!"

Donghae laughs. Hugs him tightly. It's always fun to mess with him.

---

Hyukjae pouts like a child. Arms crossed over his chest. In the elevator. In the car. Donghae adores it.

They go out more often. A little more freely. But Hyukjae's... sometimes nervous. His eyes dart around to people. Self-conscious. He'll walk fast. Hand tight around Donghae's. Blink uncertainly. Eyes on the ground. Avoiding eye-contact with anyone. Or sometimes giving them hesitant smiles.

Now... Hyukjae's grabbed their stuff. He's marched ahead. Chin raised. To show Donghae that he's mad. Which means... he's too mad... to be nervous.

Donghae follows behind him. Laughs quietly to himself. Hyukjae's hair's dark brown. Smooth. Pretty. It shines red in the sun. Bounces with every step. His outfit's a dark lavender. Shorts. White socks and shoes.

He slows just a little. Donghae immediately runs u