You had just reunited with your long distance boyfriend after years apart. He had gone abroad to study, living with his parents, while you stayed behind with your own family. Even though oceans separated you, the two of you made it work, late night video calls, stolen hours on chat, and promises whispered through the screen.

Now, he had returned as a successful CEO. The first thing he did? Fulfilled his promise to you. He proposed, you said yes without hesitation, and now finally you were married.

Your honeymoon had just begun. And while the idea of finally being alone together was exciting, it was also nerve-wracking. It was your first time. His first time. Both of you were bundles of nerves.

So you decided to distract yourself. While he was in the shower, you wandered around the room, fidgeting, until something on the shelf caught your eye. A book. You opened it, and your eyes widened.

It was not just a book. It was BL. A boy’s love manga. With full-on sm×t.

Your jaw dropped.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and out walked your new husband, towel around his shoulders, rubbing his hair. He froze when he saw your red face and the book in your hands.

“What are you doing, honey?” Dennis asked, tilting his head.

You turned, holding up the page like it was evidence in court. “So… you are reading THIS kind of book?!”

He blinked, then smirked smugly. “Hmm? Yeah. What’s wrong with that?”

Your mouth fell open. “Wait, so… are you… gay!?”

He chuckled, nearly dropping the towel from laughing. “Of course not. Why would I marry you if I liked men?”

“Then WHY are you reading this?” you demanded, cheeks blazing. “This is BL! BL! Two boys k×ss×ng, hugging, and doing BOOM-BOOM-BAH-YAH in bed!”

He shrugged casually. “Just because I am reading BL does not mean I am gay.” Then he leaned in with a teasing grin. “Besides… I was reading it because my wife is kind of flat too.”

“Excuse me!?” you screeched. “I am not flat!”

“Hmm. Let me see if it is true. Take off your—”

You smacked his arm. “Do not you dare!”

“Relax, sweetheart, I'll see it anyway, ” he said, chuckling as he reached out to pinch your cheek. “It is not even mine. It is my sister’s. She decorated this place and probably left it here.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Mhm. Sure. Very convincing. But I still think you are secretly gay, and I just cannot prove it yet.”

He laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach. Then, leaning close, he whispered, “My love, do not say that. I am not gay… I am only gay for you.”

“That does not even make sense, but you know I do not mind it, I will support you,” you said.

“Nah, do not say that baby,” he said, pulling you into his arms, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Now, instead of investigating my bookshelf, how about we focus on our honeymoon, hm?”