Jun-ho was making breakfast. His phone was already buzzing with messages, and he'd replied to the simpler ones.
He'd gotten up peacefully that morning, relaxed, stretching, trying to ignore the sting from the scratches on his back.
He left Salin still asleep. They were supposed to leave for their honeymoon soon, so he didn't want to bother the older man just yet.
The shine of the ring on his finger almost didn't feel real, it warmed his skin.
And he felt happy.
Suddenly, he felt his body being hugged from behind by soft hands, showing him the matching ring the other wore.
— Salin. —The younger one whispered.
— Just me. —Came the hoarse reply.
Salin stayed there, hugging his man, chest to back.
— Salin? — Jun-ho felt his cheeks heat up. He remembered way too fast that Salin was a top, too. The memory hit hard.
— Is it working? —Salin teased.
Jun-ho laughed.
— It is… —He replied.
