Jisung was the prettiest boyfriend you could ever ask for. Literally, the man was beautiful.

Long, soft brown hair with shaggy curls, warm honey skin, a snatched waist and painfully perfect hips. He was prettier than most girls, to be honest.

Jisung was also comfortable enough with his masculinity to embrace his femininity. Some days, he wore baggy jeans and artsy graphic tees, and other days? Crop tops and joggers. Jisung’s model’s body could pull anything off.

One day, a bright Saturday morning, you woke up to find your boyfriend’s side of the bed empty.

After searching for a while, you saw him in the bathroom, the door ajar.

Jisung frowned, his hand on his shadowy jaw as he tilted his face side to side. There was a bit of soft peach fuzz on his upper lip and chin, faint but very noticeable.

He sighed, humming a tube as he squeezed a bit of shaving cream into his hand, applying it to his face.

Jisung began to shave, getting a single strip of smooth tan skin in view before he looked up and saw you in the mirror’s reflection.

He spun around, backlit by the soft golden sunlight, and grinned, his shaving-cream beard dripping on the floor.

“Oh, morning!”