The ambience was perfect. Just the two of them, peacefully chatting in a small coffee shop and looking into each other’s eyes. When was the last time Namjoon had seen such a full and sweet smile in his beloved one’s charming lips? These lips softly moved, forming words that he could barely hear.

‘Smiles’.  Smiles. It had started with warm smiles; those that make you feel comfortable. An image of full lips curved towards the sky had come to his mind. Smiles that could bright up rooms.