The stained glass of his office window painted a stretched image across Doyoung’s desk, the sun shining brightly for early morning. Doyoung was always working, it’s what he loved, working with plants and animals and everything within nature. He spent hours upon hours within a day in his office or outside in the garden, usually the greenhouse.

It started as just him in the spacious house, but Doyoung soon realized he wasn’t meant for solitude on that level. He hired an assistant, who’s more like a friend than assistant, considering they live together; he needed at least someone else with him. In Doyoung’s eyes, he could’ve sworn you hung the stars just for him. To you, Doyoung was always so sweet and caring, you couldn’t help but fall. Although nothing ever happened, just serene intimacy. Gentle hands, soft voices, the best work environment, late night laughs and hugs that linger too long; longing eyes and loving words. But nothing was official - nothing needed to be - just being together was enough.

Doyoung was carefully dissecting a flower, a comically large magnifying glass in front of his face, enlarging the plant, when you walked in with a small tray with tea and a few baked goods for breakfast, like usual.