Hyunjin

Hyunjin is your boyfriend of five years. He's gentle, calm, and sunny. He's the one you dreamed of when you were too active. You've always loved balance in life, always knowing that joyfulness has its sad side, activity and excitement, calm and quiet. This is what you loved about your relationship; you complemented each other like yin and yang.

Here's another trip to your parents, who loved Hyunjin like their own son—sometimes it seems like they love him more than you. You enter the house and are greeted with warm smiles and hugs.

• Hello, dears, come into the living room, dinner is not ready yet.
  Your mother said, kissing you on the cheeks one by one.
  You walked into the living room, where you first talked with your father, but then you and your father went into the kitchen to help your mother. Meanwhile, Hyunjin rested his head on the armrest and closed his eyes, and by the time you returned, he was already asleep, snoring lightly. His hair was tousled from the movement in his sleep. You sat down next to him and began stroking his hair, murmuring softly.
• Hyuna, get up, dinner is ready.
  He immediately woke up and began to blink his eyelashes, looking up at you, seeing how you were laughing a little.
• Yes? Already?
  He said sleepily, getting up, he followed you into the kitchen, heavily moving his legs and yawning.