You and Sunghoon strolled through the mall, the rhythm of your steps occasionally interrupted by your curiosity for new stores. He trailed behind, arms crossed and muttering under his breath every time you stopped.

“Do we really need to check out another one?” he’d complain, his voice edged with faux annoyance. Yet, he never strayed far, always within arm’s reach, carrying your bags without being asked. He’d never admit it, but he liked these moments with you.

Then, near one of the stores, you spotted a photobooth tucked into the corner. Your eyes lit up, and you immediately grabbed his hand. “Come on!”

“Do I have a choice?” he sighed, but the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as you pulled him along.

Inside the booth, you adjusted the camera and pulled out your lipstick, applying it with exaggerated precision. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. “What are you up to now?”

Instead of answering, you turned toward him with a mischievous grin and began peppering his face with kisses.

“Baby, stop, please,” he groaned, shifting slightly, but he didn’t push you away. His ears turned red as you left lipstick marks all over his cheeks and forehead. “This is so embarrassing…”

When you finally pulled back, you giggled at the masterpiece you’d created. Sunghoon turned to the screen, taking in the mess of red marks, and let out a quiet laugh despite himself.

“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him with a soft smile.