Ryeowook awoke in the morning, sunlight streaming in through the translucent white curtains of Kyuhyun’s bedroom. The bed sheets were familiar Egyptian cotton. He felt the taller male’s body pressed against his backside, both arms tangled around his waist. Soft breathing filled Ryeowook’s head and he smiled, playing with the overly long sleeves of the shirt he had worn to sleep. It smelled like his boss, sort of sweet, but mostly rich and intoxicating. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he imagined what it would be like if he really did accept Kyuhyun.

Every morning, when he woke up with that body protecting him, cradling him, he felt his resolve crack bit by bit. It would be so easy to just let it all go and be with Kyuhyun. They were already living together, sleeping together, eating, working, vacationing…as much as Ryeowook denied it, they really were married.

No one else knew him as well as Kyuhyun did, and vice versa. They were a natural born pair, yet every time he came close to saying that he would let go of the past, the past came back to haunt him.

Disentangling their bodies, Ryeowook sat up, closing his eyes to try and steady the world. Everything was spinning and he needed a second. Getting up after a long minute, he shuffled to the bathroom, the edge of Kyuhyun’s night shirt brushing against the bare skin of his thighs. Yawning, Ryeowook closed the door behind him and started his morning routine.

Morning Schedule:

Take a shower

Brush teeth

Wash face

Get dressed

Put on makeup

Do hair

(It’s really not as feminine as it sounds…)

Make breakfast

Wake up Kyuhyun

Check the news

Read over the day’s agenda

That morning, they were having traditional Korean food. Recently, Kyuhyun had been eating too much Italian and quite honestly, his stomach hadn’t been sitting well with him. Ryeowook was getting tired of going out to buy medicine for the man. They would be going on an all Korean diet until his stomach was regulated again.

Walking back into bedroom, he saw Kyuhyun starting to wake himself up. Chuckling, Ryeowook climbed on top of him, brushing the messy hair from his face. “Wake up, Kyu,” he smiled.

“Mm…,” he mumbled, pinching his eyes shut and trying to roll away, “I don’t wanna…”

“I made breakfast already, though,” Ryeowook argued playfully, pinning the taller man down by sitting on his hips. Pressing the palms of his hands into Kyuhyun’s chest, he shook him a little. “Get up, get up!”

Kyuhyun groaned, pushing the smaller male off of him. “You’re so annoying,” he growled, stumbling out of bed, slamming the bathroom door shut.

Ryeowook just giggled though, hopping off of the bed and heading back into the main room. The sun was rising over the city, devouring the pale blue of dawn. Sitting down at the breakfast table, he pulled out his phone, skimming over the headlines before closing that window and pulling up the schedule for the morning.

Twenty minutes later, Kyuhyun came out of the bedroom looking relatively put together. His hair was made, his clothes were on, but his tie was crooked. Ryeowook stood up, walking over and correcting it. “The food is ready, so eat before it gets any colder.”

“Why don’t you wake me up before you make breakfast?” he mumbled.

“Because I have to do other things,” Ryeowook responded, smiling when he got the tie to the perfect position. Brushing his hand over the silk material, he nodded softly and looked up at Kyuhyun. “Miss Im Yoona—”

He shook his head, kissing the shorter male to shut him up. “We still have an hour before we’re in office mode. Don’t you dare try talking about work.”

Ryeowook closed his eyes, sighing under his breath. “Alright,” he sat down at the breakfast table again and started eating.

“Good,” Kyuhyun stated firmly, taking his own seat and beginning to eat. He looked across the surface, eyes warm with something tender. “Where do you want to go this year for Christmas?”

“Paris, maybe?” he murmured.

“Do you have anything you want?”

Ryeowook shook his head no. “Anything is fine.” He glanced out the panoramic windows again, imagining what the skyline would look like when snow began falling. It was still the last week of October, but soon enough it would be November and then December. Snow would be pouring down on their city.

“There’s a new restaurant I want to eat at tonight,” Kyuhyun remarked after swallowing a mouthful of food, “Do I have any dinner plans scheduled?”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about work yet,” he teased.

The dark haired male grimaced. “Just tell me.”

“No, you don’t have any plans,” Ryeowook chuckled.

“Then will you go eat with me?”

“You’re going to get pudgy if you keep eating heavy food like that,” he scolded, receiving an annoyed glare. Ryeowook set his bowl down and laughed a little, reaching across the table to touch Kyuhyun’s hand. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. We can go out to eat.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Kyuhyun laced their fingers, refusing to release Ryeowook as they finished eating one handed.