One Monday morning, Sunggyu went out of his appartment, freshly showered and wearing his favourite red t-shirt, and he went down stairs, heading the garage. His car, a pretty dark blue jaguar, was waiting for him, and Sunggyu smiled, patting the hood with his right hand as if it was his own child.

The upholstery was impeccable, and Sunggyu may or may not have something for cars.

The sound of the engine was enought to put him in a good mood, although he hated waking up early.

The reason why he had done it, however, was very simple.

His bed, his beautiful and lovely bed, was broken (Sunggyu just vaguely remembered a party, his friends jumping on his bed, the sound of broken wood, his friends on the floor and he crying). Therefore, he needed a new one. And not only a new one, he needed the very best one in the market.

So, with the radio music playing out loud, Sunggyu drove the car into the highway, towards the nearest Ikea.

****

At 10 a.m, one doesn't expect to find many people in the streets and, indeed, there was hardly anyone out there, because apparently half Korea had gathered in that ing Ikea.

Sunggyu earned a few elbows, one in the ribs and the other one dangerously close to his private part, and he was about to send everything to hell and go back to his car, when the image of his bed, broken and shattered, appeared in his mind.

With a brand new resolution, Sunggyu walked through the crowd of old ladies and families, who looked for furniture and kitchen utensils, apparently.

When he was about to enter the lift, one of the old ladies pushed him, and he nearly fell down on a cactus.

Swallowing hard, he walked fast, entering the lift, and he harshly pressed the buttons, wanting to escape from that Odyssey as soon as possible.

The third floor, in which the beds were, was a lot of quieter, and there were only a few people, here and there.

Sunggyu breathed in, relieved, and he walked around the floor, looking at the beds.

None of them catched his attention: some were too pink, others seemed really uncomfortable, some of them had really...disturbing shapes, etc etc.

He had almost given up when he saw, at the end of the hall, a queen size bed, white sheets, with a few cushions of dark shades, and with a fretwork beige duvet.

Sunggyu's eyes lit up, and he walked towards the bed as if he had found the love of his life.

He sat on it, and when he thought that he couldn't love it more, the soft and smooth mattress proved him otherwise.

Willing to buy it at all costs (besides, he had a jaguar, it's not like he couldn't afford a bed), he walked towards the shop assistant.

Just when he was about to reach the cash desk, he saw a boy, with orange hair, and straight sharp nose, asking the shop assistant and pointing at Sunggyu's bed.

He felt his heart beating faster, and he moved closer to the cash desk, just in time to hear the boy asking how much did it cost.

“But that bed is mine!” shouted Sunggyu, frowning. “I saw it first!”

The boy opened his mouth, offended.

“I'm going to buy it!”

“No, it's mine!”

“Gentlemen.” interfered the shop assistant. “There's no need to discuss, there's more than one bed avaliable.”

They both looked up, giving the shop assistant a look, and they waited for the man to finish whatever he was typing on his computer.

“Well....it turns out that it's the last one.” he said, quietly, afraid of what would happen.

“It's mine!” shouted Sunggyu. “I need it for my back!”

“I also need it!” said the guy, crossing his arms.

Sunggyu pouted, and he felt the urge to make a tantrum. He wanted that bed so much!

“Alright, let's do something.” said the guy, suddenly, staring at him and smiling cutely. “I'll let you buy the bed in exchange of something else.”

“What?”

“A date with me.”

Sunggyu blushed furiously, and he looked away, embarrassed.

The shop assistant cleared his throat, and that brought Sunggyu back to his senses.

“It's a deal.”

****

Sunggyu smiled, feeling a pair of hands holding him from behind and pulling him back to the bed.

“Woohyuuuuuun.” he exclaimed, laughing. “Let me go, I need to shower.”

“No.” said the boy, burying his face in the other's neck, and playing with his nose against it. “I want you to stay here with me in the bed.”

“But I have to go to work.”

“Don't go, you're the boss.”

Sunggyu snorted.

“What kind of boss would I be if I didn't go to work in order to stay with my boyfriend in bed.”

“A really good one.” Woohyun smiled, and kissed Sunggyu, pressing their lips together with a bit more force than the one he would use in a normal kiss.

“Ah, no, is not going to make me stay, I warn you, I have to go to work.”

“Sunggyu.” the tone in which he said so was purely aegyo, and he rolled his eyes.

“I told you th-”

Woohyun's lips were once again against his, making Sunggyu shut up.

It's been a while since Woohyun and him met in that mythical Ikea, arguing about the bed in which they now slept together every night.

Sunggyu couldn't be happier living with him, since Woohyun was everything that he had always looked for in a partner: funny, smart, complicated, difficult, self-confident and bold.

And, of course, one couldn't ignore the fact that he was really handsome and attractive.

Sunggyu, in the end, didn't complain when Woohyun put his legs around his waist, or when his fingers started to roam around his hole, playfully.

“I love you.” said Woohyun, smiling, and he gave Sunggyu a peck on the lips while he pushed Sunggyu closer, pressing their bodies together.

Once again, Sunggyu couldn't help but think that them meeting in that shop was fate, and that they were meant to be together.