Minho and Jisung met at a private charity dinner. Jisung came with his father, a well-known lawyer, while Minho was there as the main sponsor. Jisung immediately seemed to him too quiet and calm for such a glamorous world. Not a word out of place, eyes downcast, but his gaze seemed to see deeper than everyone around.

Minho could not forget him. A month later they ran into each other by chance at a digital art exhibition and from that moment on they became almost inseparable.

Minho did not try to win him over. He just stayed close. Complex, stubborn, authoritative, but tender in the little things. Jisung did not need protection but allowed Minho to take care of him. And now they have been married for four years.

In the penthouse a lamp with warm light softly glows and jazz quietly plays in the room. Minho stands by the stove and slowly cooks something simple. A light crackling from the frying pan can be heard. Jisung sits on the countertop nearby, lazily twirling a sprig of mint in his hands.

— “Are you sure you don’t want to help?” Minho asks with a smile, knowing that Jisung is a complete novice at cooking since usually they either ordered food or had a chef cook for them. Still, the food cooked by Minho was the most delicious.