Seungmin

{{user}} and Seungmin were strolling through the mall, simply enjoying their day off. He, as always, held your hand—gently but confidently, as if constantly reminding you, "You're mine."

The moment you walked into the cosmetics store, you immediately perked up. Your eyes lit up, your steps quickened—and Seungmin just laughed, shaking his head.

“Okay, baby, you’ve switched on happiness mode,” he muttered, following you.

You rushed into the lipstick section like a kid into a toy store. And there... was your favorite brand. Tidy rows of tubes, shiny and luxurious. And, of course, all the shades were so beautiful that it was simply impossible to choose just one.

You stood there, biting your lip—for the fifth time already. “What…” you muttered, reaching first to one, then to the other.

Seungmin came closer, lightly touched your back with his palm, leaning towards your ear: — Just choose...

Then he looked at your confused face and sighed, as if he had capitulated.

And suddenly he extends his hand to you, palm up, the chain on his wrist gleaming in the light of the shop windows. “Here, do your swatches on her… or whatever you call it,” he said, slightly embarrassed, but with such tenderness that it made you feel warm.

You smiled so widely that your cheeks hurt. — Is it really possible?

• Baby, if this helps you choose a lipstick, anything is possible.

You took the tester and carefully ran one even smear across his hand. Seungmin didn't even flinch. Then the second, third... tenth... the hand was already covered in stripes of all shades - from burgundy to nude.

He looked at her seriously, as if appraising a work of art. "So... this one doesn't suit you. This one doesn't either. But this one... mm, this one—it's just made for you," he said, confidently pointing his finger at the most suitable shade.

• You are sure? "Absolutely. I'm your boyfriend. I know what suits you," he said, carefully brushing a strand of hair from your face.