Another stormy, gray day. Heavy raindrops beating down on the roof, pelting and blurring the windows. “We should have put the patio furniture in the shed before the storm, It’s getting beat up out there,” Hakyeon said with a groan, looking out at mother nature’s wrath through the large garden window. “Oh, shoot and the corn sprouts. Shoulda covered them.” Maybe he would do something about it, or maybe not. His mind had every intention of doing so, but his lazy bones said otherwise. 

“Mmph.” Taekwoon groaned drowsily from his spot on the couch. 

“Taekwoonie.. do you want to do something?” He rolled over, knocking down a cushion with one of his long arms, now slumped on the carpet below. 

“Why, is there something you wanna do?” Hakyeon scooted across the floor on his knees to the sofa. 

“I bet you’re hungry.” As if Hakyeon knew Taekwoon’s body better than his own, Taekwoon’s stomach grumbled. “Come on, I’ll fix us a snack.”

 Hakyeon pulled down a plate from the cabinet, the various sandwich ingredients laid around the counter. Hakyeon hummed as he pieced it together. The ferocious wind and rain outside was nothing but a whisper from inside. A feeling of safety and warmth from everything else. Taekwoon meandered around the kitchen, leaning on the refrigerator door looking over at his boyfriend. How did I get to be so fortunate? Taekwoon asked himself. Hakyeon was perfect to him. A lump grew in Taekwoon’s throat. He felt his face get warm and his heart flutter. He didn’t notice just how intently he must have been staring. “What is it?” Hakyeon’s voice broke him out of his daze. He blushed and padded over to the table by the kitchen window, unable to make sense of anything.

 When Hakyeon finished making the sandwich, he carefully set the plate on the table, careful not to make a sound. Taekwoon was gazing out at the storm, probably lost deep in thought. His eyes sparkled with the silvery light reflecting off the glass. Hakyeon’s heart swelled with emotion at the sight. He s an arm around Taekwoon’s waist. “Taekwoonie..” He said, low and soft. Planting a chaste kiss to Taekwoon’s neck. “I love you.”