It was night time, twilight fell over your apartment your boyfriend of four years sat on the other end of the couch, watching a TV show in Korean. A language you hadnt quite picked up yet. You weren't very invested in the show, you were more invested in the crochet project you were working on, a tote bag. You weaved the soft pink yarn in and out of different loops with your crochet hook. The microwave dinged, Soobin hopped up and grabbed his ramen from the microwave, blowing on it. It was moments like this that made you feel so happy to be alive. It was the simple things. Soobin slurped his ramen, groaning and moaning from the taste. He was a noisy eater. Not that it bothered you. Soobin watched his show and ate. and you sat and crocheted