Moments like these were rare. It was because of his ignorance that Jiyong never noticed it and realised the value of it.

The way his husband's head titled and lolls against his own shoulder. The longest eyelashes Jiyong has ever seen, brushing cheeks the faintest colour of a ripening peach in the swealtering summer. 

Seunghyun looks the same he did ten years ago, though with a few lines here and there, decorating the space beneath his eyes.

"You're a living replica of a Greek statue." Jiyong used to say to him. To which Seunghyun would reply with his signature snort-mixed-chuckle, while his eyes shining with mirth and a hint of pride, "Really? Like Aidonis' statues?" 

"Like Aidonis' statues." Jiyong blushed. 

However, like every statues of great in ancient Greece, cracking and splitting is a norm to them, a sign of the torment of time. Seunghyun too...is succumbing to it. Exactly like Aidonis' statues...