in the mood of ikon's #WYD

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It was a lazy saturday afternoon, the weather perfect enough to spend with Junhoe. We don't have any plans to go out today and decided to hang out at his house instead.

With just Junhoe and I alone at the house, it didn't feel quite right though. Whenever I come by, his parents would always be there, either persuading me to eat and engage me into lighthearted conversations or just embarrass Junhoe by showing me his childhood pictures. To be honest, it was quite lonely with Junhoe and I to fill the void his parents left. Then I thought of an idea, one that I wanted to do for a long time now.

I love everything about Junhoe and accepts him as the way he is, but sometimes, the stray hair sticking out on his almost-perfect eyebrows annoy me. So I asked him—actually, begged—if I could fix it nicely using my tweezers. Of course, he refused at first, but I used my very powerful card, one that makes him say yes to anything I want him to do immediately, my cuteness. Junhoe is a er for that, I tell you.

So here we are, me sitting cross-legged on his bed, my back leaning against the headboard, while Junhoe, his head propped on top of my thigh, as I pluck stray hairs off his eyebrows disrupting their perfect shape.

"Kids?" I asked.

Junhoe rolled his eyes, as if finding my question absurd. "Of course, Chae."

As revenge, I plucked a strand of hair none too gently.

"Ow!" he cried as his hand shot up to massage it. "That hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt." I nudged his hand away for me to continue my work. "How many kids?" I repeated my question, now revised so that Junhoe can stop being sassy on me.

"Hmm... how about a hundred?" He looked up at me to meet my eyes. "Will your womb take that much though...?"

The harsh plucking was coming, he should know that.

"Chae!" His eyebrows creased as he sent me an annoyed look. "Will you stop that?"

"I will if you stop teasing me."

"Ugh," he groaned. "Fine." A pause went by, his features softening. "Two. I like two."

"Hmm..." I hummed as I continued my work on his eyebrows, gently now. Even so, he was still flinching every now and then. "Why two?"

"Kids are annoying and I don't like annoying kids. But with you, I'll concede. I mean, you're so fond of kids I know you're going to want one someday."

I couldn't help but smile at that. It does, everytime without fail, whenever he mentions the little things about me. It was like that one time when we ate out in a chinese restaurant. I was surprised to see him put soy sauce on a little dish since he didn't like the condiment much. When I asked him about it, he just replied, "You like dipping dumplings on soy sauce, right?"

It may be a simple gesture, but it meant so much to me because it shows that he pays close attention, even though he doesn't seem the type to do so.

"What gender do you want them to be then?" I continued asking.

"A boy and a girl. Preferably the boy first so he'll protect his younger sister from potential suitors. Actually, just make them both boys. I have enough headache—I mean, girls in my life. You?"

I recognize his slip-up, but I let it slide for now since I know he's just teasing me. "Me? I only want one."

"One? Don't you want a big family?"

"No... That sounds too tiresome. If I become stressed taking care of our kids, I'll become fat and ugly and... you wouldn't want me anymore and go off running with someone half your age. I don't want that."

Cringing, he replied, "Oddly specific." Junhoe disregarded it and continued on with his next question. "Boy or girl?"

"Girl, of course. I want only one so that we'll focus all our love on her. I'll take her shopping, play dress-up, and teach her how to do her own make-up and stuff. She'd be like a little me."

"That sounds like you want a breathing Barbie doll. Don't tire our future daughter like that."

"But it's fun. I know it's fun. My mother and I do it all the time."

"That makes sense." Junhoe shrugged. "I mean, If I were your mother, I'd be fond of you 'cause you resemble a Barbie doll so much."

It felt like little marching ants crawled through my body when he said that. "If you're trying a pick-up line on me, stop it. It's so cringey when you do it."

Slightly offended, he argued, "Excuse me, my face is enough for a pick-up line already."

I rolled my eyes at that. "Smug jerk."

"So you do agree?"

My reply was a harsh pluck of his eyebrow hair.

"Ow!"

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After nicely fixing his eyebrows, I went on to put face masks on each of our faces. It was a gift from Jisoo unnie for substituting for her shift at the cafe, and also, as an apology gift when she heard what happened to me. I accepted her gift not because I was mad at her, but because I think it's a sweet gesture and I didn't want to break her heart by refusing. She gave an extra one and even suggested I try it on Junhoe. So here we were, following her suggestion.

The masks had tomatoes as main ingredients, supposedly for brightening the face. I put one for my boyfriend since he doesn't know how this thing works, even though I told him that he literally just have to put it on his face. I think it's just his way for me to take care of him. Sneaky guy. But I couldn't refuse such request either since he looked so adorable, cluelessly holding the folded mask like that.

Since Junhoe's eyebrows were freshly plucked, I put some cellophane on top of it so that it wouldn't get wet from the mask's solution. I know I should've put face masks first, but Junhoe insisted that I fix his eyebrows since it hurts and the masks were like the soothing part after everything, as it should be, like in massages.

As we waited for fifteen minutes to be up, we continued our little game of questions for each other. Even then, Junhoe still didn't leave my lap. If his parents caught us in his room like this, I have a sneaking suspicion they'd flip. But well...

"If, hypothetically, we didn't date, which one of my friends would you date?" I probed, absentmindedly massaging my boyfriend's ears.

Without missing a beat, he replied, "Jennie noona."

My mouth opened in disbelief. He didn't even put much thought to it! (Because he didn't need to, apparently) Greatly upset, I slapped his arm. "My gosh! How could you? That was a trick question!"

"What the hell?" he muttered while rubbing the part I hit.

His pain was ignored right now as I said, "If you love me, you would've replied that you don't fancy any of them because your eyes were set on me and all those cringey stuffs. You're breaking my heart here, Junhoe. I'm starting to reconsider a lot of things about our relationship."

"Well then..." Junhoe sat upright and faced me to look seriously in my eyes. "I return the same question back to you. Who would you date among my friends?"

I gasped dramatically and put a hand over my chest. "I wouldn't dare answer such thing! You're the only one for my heart." Grinning after putting a charade, I changed my statement. "Kidding. Jinwoo oppa."

He scowled. "I saw that coming."

I couldn't help but giggle at his expression. It feels good to be the naughty one sometimes.

"Seriously though, if we didn't end up together, what would become of us?"

That seemed to send my boyfriend to ponder. After a while, he spoke. "Honestly, I don't know how that'll be. I've become too used to your presence I can't imagine life without you."

I smiled satisfyingly, raising my hand up for a high-five. He returned it while grinning. "You're now becoming good at this boyfriend thing."

"I carefully thought of that. You saw me thinking back there?"

I nodded proudly. "Yeah. Yeah, I did."

A chuckle escaped from his lips, amusement found in his eyes. "We're such idiots..."

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"Junhoe, don't move," I reprimanded for what seemed like a millionth time.

A groan escaped from his lips. "It's too itchy. You don't know how much I want to claw my eyes out right now."

I tipped my head down to dab more black eyeshadow from my palette to the brush. Maybe it was because of the makeup, but he sure is acting like a diva right now. "Get over it."

"Chae, everytime I spend time with you, you're becoming too much like me. I think this is a bad sign."

"You're right." I tapped the handle of the brush once on my fist to remove some powder on it, then continued controlling the eyeshadow on his outward crease. "Think that I should go in a Junhoe cleansing facility center?"

"I think breaking up with me is a lot easier."

I wanted to poke his eyeballs with the brush I was using but I didn't want to damage an expensive one for a petty man so I just dropped it instead. Emotions overwhelmed my ability to think rational all of a sudden and it was hitting me so fast that I just couldn't... I couldn't put it into words. Before I could explain it myself, I felt tears pricking my eyes.

"You talk too much about breaking up with me these days. Do you want us to really break up?"

His lighthearted smile quickly changed into concern as he saw my tears. I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he looked, with one side of his eyes glammed with smoky eyeshadow while the other side still bare, but I was too overcame with my emotions to do that.

"Chaeyoung..."

One hand wiped my tears away. "Do you hate me that much?"

"No..." He hauled me in his arms. "Chae..."

"I told you I get really upset when you say things like that." I wiped the corner of my eyes with the sleeves of my sweater. "Junhoe, tell me the truth. Do you want us to break up?"

"No. Hell, why would I do that? After talking about how many kids we want, do you think I'd do that?" Junhoe pulled away to face me. "Come on. I really think I'd spend the future with you and maybe, the lifetime with you. And that isn't something I say because we're in a relationship and stuff. Why would I ever leave you?"

"Really?" I sniffed.

Nodding affirmatively, he sent me a smile. "Really."

"Then don't say you want to break up because it hurts my feelings."

He wiped my eyes with swipes of his thumb. "I promise I won't now."

When the tears stopped rolling and my mind cleared up, I heard him sigh. "Girls are so unpredictable..."

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Forgetting about my crying fest to continue my work, Junhoe really is a bundle of emotions, I realize that now. As I dab the fiery red lipstick on his lips, I restrained myself from laughing so much because he is literally, like literally, frowning so much that he looks so funny being mad. In glam, of course. Not only that but he had his arms folded, his glaring smoky eyes aimed at me. But because I was so focused with my work, I couldn't return the look. Also because I'm afraid he'd only see amusement dancing in mine.

"Junhoe..." I stifled a laugh. "Don't move! Or I'll mess up the lips!"

He produced a low growl under his throat. "I swear," he said through gritted teeth. "Without mistake, this is the worst thing you've done for me."

"Aww," I cooed as I put the lipstick's cap back on. Then I smoothed out the creases forming on his forehead with swipes of my thumb. "Don't be so grumpy, love. You're too hot for that." I picked up the handheld mirror lying beside me and held it out for him. "See?"

I think I saw his eyes twitch.

Junhoe held the mirror away from his face, his grumpy look now magnifying with each passing second. "Now that you had your fun, can I take this off now?"

"No, silly," I giggled as I brought out my handphone from my pocket. "We're still going to take selcas."

"What?"

"I want to prove Jennie unnie that I have skills in make-up too. Smile!" Before he could even react, I held the phone up and pressed the circular button quickly. The resulting picture was funnier than expected since his grumpy—but glamorous—face was caught on camera.

"Chaeyoung!" he called, with annoyance lacing his voice.

"What?"

"Delete it."

"No."

"Delete. It."

Laughing a little, I retorted, "No!"

"Chae..." he called, his voice taking a more menacing tone.

Because I was used to this side of him, it didn't bother me anymore. Instead, I brought my tongue out at him. "Why do you want me to delete this cute picture? Are you afraid girlfriend choice two will see it?"

He distressingly tousled his hair and I was b with satisfaction seeing him so riled up. "Stop it."

"Now, why would I do that? I'm having fun!" I smiled brightly, adding, "Wow... so this is how being mischievous feels like, huh? No wonder you always have fun teasing me."

"I promise you, Chae. I'll stop torturing you for the rest of your life if you delete that picture. Please? For me?"

"Uhm... Let's see..." I acted like I was really thinking about it, but then gave him a naughty smile. "Nope!"

"Park Chaeyoung."

"Don't frown so much, Junhoe, because you'll look hotter if you give it up." I quickly held the phone up again to snap a picture of him. "Smile!"

"Chaeyoung!"

Laughing excitedly, I held the phone up when he attempted to snatch it away from me. With one of his arm reaching out to follow the phone and the other holding me tightly in place, I didn't have much chance over him. I mean, he has long limbs! It's unfair.

After some back and forth playful shoves, he stopped moving all of a sudden. When I looked at him in curiosity, his frown was replaced by something sinister. Uh-oh. I gulped nervously. I think I awakened the real meaney Junhoe.

"Do you want me to look hot, Chae?" he huskily said as he placed his hands on both sides of my waist. "Because I'm going to be really hot right now."

"W – Wha—"

Before I could even finish uttering a word, he plunged in and peppered my face with kisses. I shrieked without notice. His red lipstick's not transfer-proof! Horrified by my face getting filled with kiss marks, I shoved him away using my arm, but it was no use. How could I? He was far stronger than me.

"Junhoe!" I giggled as I playfully push him away some more. "Junhoe, stoooop~"

My giggles intensified when his kisses led to the bottom part of my chin, close already to my neck. I hate the fact that he was attacking me there because he knew too well it was one of the ticklish parts of my body.

I tried arching my body away from him but I couldn't help but dance, with the way his kisses were really tickling me, causing me to fall back on the bed. "Junhoe! Hahahahaha!"

"How do you like me now, love?" he mumbled in between kisses, his hands now around my wrists to stop my pity attempt of pushing him away. "Still having fun?"

"Junhoeeeeee!" I squealed. "It tickles!"

I keep forgetting the fact that he loved torturing me so asking him to stop was useless. When I felt ticklish so much that my laughter became soundless, he finally stopped, noticing this.

Both of us caught our breaths, our chests pacing to find its normal rhythm. Slowly then, our compromising position registered in my head. My boyfriend's hands pinned my wrists down while kneeling on my sides. It was so wrong in so many ways but neither of us made a move. It only took an electricity jolt to pass in our eyes before the expected happened.

Junhoe plunged in for my lips, then parted them with his own. In an instant, my eyes closed as I responded to his kiss. The tip of my tongue caught the weird buttery taste of his lipstick when he nibbled my lower lip. So this is what Junhoe tastes from me when we kiss then?

It didn't help that his lips tasted so soft because of the lip balm I put before the lipstick. His always felt rough and the change of texture drove me even crazier.

Maybe it was because my boyfriend was too caught up in the moment, that his grip loosened around my wrists. Using it to my advantage, I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him close to me, to feel his body heat on me. At this point, the frenzied beating of my heart only grew faster and I could feel it was the same for him. A hand of his trailed down to hold me on my waist, his thumb slightly digging around my bellybutton.

It felt like I was going to burst though when another hand gripped my thigh to hook it around his back. A satisfied gasp escaped from my mouth, a movement done because of surprise mixing with the pleasure. If I wasn't caught breathless then... I was now.

I felt dizzy and weak with his kiss alone, even if I was already lying on my back. It may be because of the way his lips expertly glide on mine, that it was enough for my mind to go numb, and quite honestly, to a state of euphoria he could only help make me feel.

Then Junhoe just had to pull away, ending the kiss so abruptly that I felt like stumbling. It was like being in at a place, only to be forced out of there the next moment. Junhoe's hot panting breaths were felt against my lips, his serious gaze focused on them, then it was gone as he rose up and laid beside me.

His body heat was still radiating too close, too close to tempt me to continue where we left off myself. I didn't because through the haze clouding my judgment, I knew he had a reason. So I continued calming myself down, even though him beside me was ruining that said plan.

Except for my loud breaths (I don't know why Junhoe wasn't a mess after the kiss while I'm right here, panting like a person who just ran a marathon), the room was still with silence. After a few seconds of calming down, I finally found the strength to speak.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Junhoe."

He sighed. "I had to do it."

"W – What do you mean?" I probed in confusion.

My boyfriend's head tilted at my direction, enabling me to have the ability to get lost in his entrancing eyes, even if he looks weird with makeup on. "You're on my bed, in my territory. If I didn't stop myself, I could've scared you away. I'm a man with urges too and with you here..." He frustratingly combed his fingers through his hair. "Chae, if you ask me myself, you're damn hard to resist."

Heat crawled into my cheeks, and maybe my whole face, as soon as he stopped talking. It didn't help that there was a certain glint in his eyes, establishing the fact that he did mean those things.

"Chae..." Junhoe sighed as he sat up on the bed. "Let's just go to the living room. It makes me more comfortable if we're not here."

Nodding once, I sent him a smile. "Okay."

Junhoe took my hand wordlessly, his grip gentle as if afraid I'd break. Then, as if noticing something, he raised his other arm to wipe my face with his sweater sleeve, red slowly getting caught in it. I heard him chuckling for a while before saying, "You're a mess, Chaeyoung."

I looked at his messed-up lipstick. The sharp outline I worked hard to form on his lips disappeared as it went past around his mouth. He looked like a child who messily ate some pasta. "I can say the same to you too."

My boyfriend led me around his room, towards the door after wiping my face. As he opened the doorknob, he turned to me and said, "I think you'd have to stop coming to my room though, or else those kids we were talking about will come sooner than expected."

~🌸tbc.