Anyone would be forgiven for thinking this is the first time they'd seen each other in months if they'd seen Matthias and Seong. Seong clutches at Matthias' hand like he fears what'll happen if he lets go and he kisses Matthias with a hunger he's never felt for anyone before. Like Seong is a man starved and Matthias is the first meal he's had in a long time. If Matthias' mouth was all he had to eat tonight, he'd go home more than satisfied.

Seong makes small sounds into Matthias' mouth, sounds of contentment and long, every ounce of desire he feels for this man. This perfect man. This man who fits against him perfectly and warms up his consistently cold skin to the perfect temperature. This man who makes him feel happy and like he's finally found someone to belong with. To belong to. Is it still too early for him to feel like he's found his person? The person who has shown to be perfect for him in every way. The person who makes his life so much better.

When Matthias pulls away, Seong looks up at him slightly dazed, eyes just a little unfocused. He's disappointed that the kiss came to an end, but the way he's panting says that it was necessary. He was rapidly running out of air. Yet he would've kept going. He would've continued until he was ready to pass out. Is that healthy? Probably not. Does he care? Probably not.

Seong's eyes drop to Matthias' mouth, staring at his lips as he speaks. He nods in understanding, even before the words manage to get through the slowly clearing fog. They're all separate. He cooked things separately. Mushrooms, peppers and onions all cooked separately from the spaghetti and from each other. That seems like a lot of trouble to go through for one meal. "You did that for me?" That seems like a lot of trouble to go through for one person. See? He's perfect.

"Mhm yeah. I like white wine."