Oh, Hyunjin. Clumsy, sweet, stupid Hyunjin.

The boy was a mess, but he was your mess. Whether it be cleaning him up after letting himself get all muddy from the rain, or tending to a scrape he earned from his clumsiness, he was your boyfriend, which was sort of an obligation to take care of him. He was a bit of a dummy, but he was sweet.

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, the calmness of the outside a stark contrast to the liveliness of the flat. Hyunjin had just spent the last few minutes applying and re-applying and applying and re-applying your lipstick, thinking he could get it to look as good as it usually did on you. However, it just dried his lips out, and a fussy Hyunjin came scampering up to you, begging you to fix his chapped, swollen, plump lips.

So, you eventually complied to Hyunjin's request, taking out your special Laneige lip mask and applying it to the sensitive flesh of his fat lips. That was how Hyunjin knew you truly cared for him...you were willing to sacrifice your precious lip care products.

However, as you gently rubbed the mask onto Hyunjin's lower lip, an idea popped into his head...one that his brain didn't entirely compute. He hesitated, staring at you with his big brown puppy eyes, and parted his lips, taking your finger and holding it in his mouth. The boy simply smiled at you childishly...a handful, indeed.