Earlier that afternoon, Sherri had dropped the kids off at house of Hyunjin's parent, because of the rumors tension in the house. With the long list in hand, she headed out to pick up groceries for the week.
The afternoon had folded itself into a blanket of silence, broken only by music playing. In the heart of the living room, under the soft golden glow of the table lamp, Hyunjin and YoungBok sat close—too close for it to be casual, yet with a tenderness that felt like a lullaby.
Hyunjin's fingers traced lazy circles on YoungBok's forearm, his gaze dipping occasionally to the slight curve of his smile. "I missed this," he murmured. "Just us. No cameras. No schedules. Just... this."
YoungBok leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his temple, lingering there. "You always have me. Every version of me."
It began with that kiss. A quiet beginning—not born of fire, but of longing, of love that had waited patiently beneath the surface all day. Hyunjin shifted into YoungBok's lap, their foreheads touching, their hands exploring each other's faces like they were learning them anew. Piece by piece, they unbuttoned shirts, revealing familiar skin that still sparked wonder. Fingers glided over ribs and shoulder blades, soft laughter escaping between kisses when someone tickled by accident.
Hyunjin kissed down YoungBok's throat, slow and reverent, like a prayer whispered in the quiet of the day. "You feel like home," he breathed against his chest.
YoungBok wrapped his arms around him tighter, heart racing. "Because you are mine. And I am yours."
They didn't rush. It wasn't need—it was devotion. They made love like it was the last time, like it was the first time, like it was the only time that ever mattered. Skin pressed to skin, lips speaking poetry between gasps, their souls twining in a rhythm known only to lovers deeply in tune. Time melted. The rest of the world fell away.
When they finally stilled, breath mingling in the softest aftermath, Hyunjin rested his cheek against YoungBok's chest, listening to the heartbeat he knew by memory. They were wrapped together on the sofa, arms entangled, legs tangled even more, hearts utterly at peace.
The sofa, large and plush, felt somehow smaller with the two men occupying it, their bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and passion.
Hyunjin and YoungBok were wrapped up in the throes of desire, their breaths ragged, their skin glistening under the faint light. The air was thick with a mix of cologne and sweat, an intoxicating scent that seemed to fuel their fervor. Every kiss was electric, igniting a fire that coursed through their bodies as they explored each other with urgent hands.
"God, you feel amazing," whispered Hyunjin, his voice hoarse with lust, as he pressed his lips against YoungBok's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made him shiver.
"More… I need more," YoungBok replied, his hands roaming over Hyunjin's toned back, pulling him closer, their chests pressing together as if they could merge into one. Each gasp, each murmur, and each stolen moment fueled their urgency until it became almost a frenzy.
The sofa creaked beneath their weight as they shifted, wrestling playfully, laughter mingling with the sounds of pleasure. They were lost in each other, oblivious to everything except the fire that danced between them. The outside world faded away, and they were left with nothing but their desires to guide them.
Hyunjin pushed YoungBok back, straddling him, desire clear in his eyes. "Tell me what you want," he said, voice low and commanding.
YoungBok grinned devilishly, his heart racing with exhilaration. "I want you, right here, right now," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. With a playful shove, he flipped Hyunjin over, the tables turned as he claimed dominance.
They moved with an instinctive rhythm, a wild cacophony of skin against skin, harsh whispers, and low moans filling the room. The living room was their universe, the sofa their arena. With every thrust and every sigh, they created a symphony made for two, a story of exploration and abandon.
As they reached the pinnacle of their passion together, their bodies intertwined, each spasm pulled them deeper into a well of pleasure, until with a final surge, they collapsed against each other, utterly spent. Breaths mingled in the afterglow, hearts pounding in synchrony, their bodies glistening with satisfaction.
They fell asleep in the soft embrace of each other, limbs entwined, naked and peaceful. The chaotic energy from earlier blended seamlessly into a serene silence, the only sound being their soft breathing and the occasional crackle of the house settling around them.
And then came the soft creak of the front door.
Sherri stepped into the warm house, holding two heavy bags of groceries and her breath as she saw the scene before her. The living room was aglow with golden shadows, the scene was unexpected yet deeply tender—her husband and his husband, bare beneath the blanket of their love, wrapped in each other's warmth.
Her heart caught in her throat.
Quietly, gently, she padded over and set the bags aside. She didn't speak. Instead, she retrieved the softest throw from the back of the couch and laid it over them with the tenderness of someone who loved both deeply. She took her time smoothing it over their shoulders, brushing her fingertips along YongBok's soft hair, then running her hand along Hyunjins spine with silent affection.
They didn't wake. But they relaxed further at her touch, their lips curling faintly into peaceful smiles.
Sherri didn't leave.
She sat beside them on the floor, back to the couch, her hand still resting against Hyunjin's arm. The three of them had built something rare—a bond that defied ordinary rules. She wasn't an outsider. She was part of the story, part of the love.
As the room breathed around them, Sherri closed her eyes and whispered, "You two… are my heart."
In that moment, nothing was complicated. The quiet thrum of love wrapped around all three of them, binding them not in roles or titles—but in the purest form of connection.
And in the dim light, with warmth between their bodies and peace in their souls, they drifted deeper into rest—together.
Her heart swelled with love—not just for Hyunjin, but for both of them, for the beautiful life they'd created together, the quiet moments that made up their shared story.
With a quiet kiss to each of their temples, she whispered, "Sleep well, you two."
Then, she stood and walked toward the kitchen, her heart full, ready to prepare dinner for the family she adored—her heart grounded in the warmth of the moment, where love, in all its forms, gently thrived.