Your boyfriend Seungmin stood in the bathroom, adjusting his black dress shirt in the mirror, looking every bit the gentleman ready for the fancy gala tonight. You slipped in behind him, a mischievous smile curving your lips as you held up your favorite lipstick.

“Don’t move.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Then another…and another…and another. By the time Seungmin blinked in shock, crimson lip marks dotted his jawline, neck, and even the corner of his lips.

“Seriously?” He groaned, though a grin tugged at his mouth. “We’re gonna be late because of you.”