Lee Minho

You stood by the mirror, head tilted slightly to the side, carefully applying lip tint to your lips. The red shade wasn't overtly provocative, but rather soft, accentuating your softness. You squinted, checking the evenness of the line, and were about to close the lid when a familiar noise came from behind you—a chair pushed back from the table, and Minho stood up abruptly. He'd just been playing; you'd caught glimpses of the characters on the screen out of the corner of your eye, and you knew that skating was serious business for him. But, as it turned out, that wasn't what was most serious for him right now. "Are you putting on makeup without me?" His voice rang out, drawn-out, with that same sly lilt you recognized with just a glance. Before you could answer, he was already next to you. His hand slid to your chin, and he leaned in too close.

• Minho, wait, I just put on makeup... But he just chuckled and pretended not to hear. His eyes flashed, his lips curved slightly into a smile, and you realized it was a trap. You tried to move away, but his movements were faster than yours. Minho intercepted you, pulled you gently to him, and, as if on purpose, kissed you. "Minho!" You were indignant when he pulled away, leaving a smudge of tint on your lips. He just smirked and shrugged. "Well, now you'll definitely have to put your makeup on again. I have until the end of the skating rink." Your eyes widened, not believing he'd said it so bluntly, but Minho had already returned to the computer, putting his headphones back on and waving at you. "Come on, Felix, fix it," he called over his shoulder, not even glancing up, even though he knew perfectly well how you were staring at him. You stood in the middle of the room, the tube in your hand and your lips half-lubricated, feeling your cheeks begin to burn. Anger, laughter, and a slight sense of helplessness all mingled within you. But your heart still treacherously told you: he only did it so he could kiss you again, even if it was under the guise of a game. The worst part was, you couldn't help but smile as you reapplied your lipstick.