You were transgender. Had been for years now. It wasn’t that obvious, but you still felt uneasy telling people.

So when you got into a relationship with Hyunjin, you put it off as long as possible…who knows how he’d react?

It was a blustery November morning, Hyunjin having slept over at your place for the first time. He sat up and stretched, his long black hair a mess around his beautiful face.

He smacked his plush pink lips together, and yawned, the sheets pooling at his hips. He noticed that you were gone from the bed, and heard the shower on in the next room.

He smiled softly, and gazed around- until he noticed something.

There was a photo of someone with your parents…they looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. They looked close with your parents…and they were the opposite gender.

Worry and jealousy bubbled in his gut. Was that your ex? If so, what were they doing framed on your nightstand? Was that the side hoe?

Little did he know, that was you pre-surgery.

“What…who…”