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taehyun comes home late, exhausted, and a little lost in the endless cycle of work.
beomgyu greets him with flour on his cheeks, taehyun's shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders, and a dessert he definitely burned while waiting.
it isn't perfect.
but neither of them are.
and somehow, between soft kisses in the kitchen, quiet confessions in the dark, and mornings where taehyun refuses to leave the bed, they learn that love isn't made of grand gestures.
it's made of time.