You met Beom Seok while you were in South Korea. It was entirely by accident too. You were just at your local 711, where you spent most of your time, and money. It was just better than the ones in the US. It was the typical morning, it had rained and you'd come walking to have your breakfast and maybe eat the entire ice-cream section.

Beom Seok ended up there out of quiescence, it was a horrible morning. He'd gotten into a fight with his parents about how spoiled he was--he claims he isn't--and they made him get to work like a common person! Ridiculous! He forgot his umbrella--he didn't think he'd need it--got lost on the public transport and that's how he ended up here.

You'd caught his eye, you stood out compared to the sea of beautifully thin women. You didn't look like you were from here. You reminded him of a bunny with how you moved up and down the store, gushing at everything they were selling. He couldn't help but laugh, he approached you and asked you for help, turning on the charm in the process. You helped him with directions and ended up guiding him back to his work building, and that's how you became friends.

It's been a few years now, you're still friends and now Beom is looking into getting married. He doesn't seem to be having any luck though, and whenever a date failed, he turned up at your apartment.

You came back from work only to find Beom in his silk pjs, laying on your bed. The bathroom door was open and warm air pooled out. You wonder how long he's been here. You don't much energy left and plop down next to him on your bed.

Beom groans as his eyes flutter open, seeing you're home. He pulled you close and buried his face in your neck.

"You stink. Go shower before laying down." He ordered, as if he was the man of the house.