Yugyeom is quite literally bouncing off the walls as they wait to enter the plane. After all, it’s his first time traveling abroad with his best friend (er, girlfriend – his ears redden because he still can’t get used to the fact that she’s his girl now) and he also gets to reunite with a family friend from Hong Kong.

“Oh my goodness, Yerin, I’m so excited for you to meet him! You’re going to love Jackson…well, not as much as you love me, of course,” Yugyeom good-naturedly throws an arm around her shoulders.

“Cut it with the cheesiness,” Yerin shrugs out of his embrace and walks into the aircraft. “I’m sure he’s quite the interesting persona though.” She raises her eyebrows. “Considering that he’s friends with you.”

“Hey!” Yugyeom crinkles his nose at her snide remark. “You like me, remember? What does that make you?”

Yerin simply ignores him and starts lifting her carry-on into the overhead bin before Yugyeom can even offer to help. She’s a big girl anyway, he shrugs.

Once they settle in, Yugyeom has already forgiven her for her playful jab and decides to rest his head on hers because, well, her hair looks especially soft today. He lays his right hand over hers, and Yerin chuckles at his sudden display of affection. “What’s up?” she murmurs, intertwining her fingers with his.

“Nothing,” Yugyeom replies, warmth seeping through his bones. He’s never going to get used to this feeling, is he? The feeling of loving and being loved, fingers brushing against skin, the scent of her hair overwhelming his senses. “I just love you a lot,” he says. He’s not too good with words, but he supposes that’s more than enough.

Yerin allows a smile to spread across her face. He’s in one of those moods again (not that she’s complaining). “I love you, too,” she replies. It’s funny because never would she have imagined that this would happen when she first met him on the swings of the neighborhood playground when she was eight years old, when he was actually (gasp) shorter than her and still obsessed with the Power Rangers.

Suddenly the weight on her head is lifted and she turns toward him, only to find an anxious Yugyeom fishing something out of his back pocket. Yerin groans.

“I almost forgot to feed Coco his lunch!” he exclaims, his fingers gripping onto a Tamagotchi. Even after all these years, she can’t believe he still has one of those. She guesses that although he now towers over her, he is still a kid at heart.

“Come on, Yerinnie, you have to feed Kiki too,” he tells her, handing her another pink Tamagotchi that he says is hers (even though he’s the one that takes it home every night since she’ll most likely forget about it).

Yerin rolls her eyes but graciously takes it because he’s Yugyeom and she supposes he’s kind of cute when he’s like this, even if he is a bit childish.

(So she feeds Kiki and later they connect their Tamagotchis together so Coco and Kiki can have a playdate. Yugyeom claims that they’ll get married later on, and Yerin asks him whether he means Coco and Kiki or them.

He blushes then and says “both” with a sheepish question mark in his tone. Yerin smacks him on the shoulder and is about to make a move for his stomach before he blocks her with his arms. “I hope that wasn’t your marriage proposal,” she glowers.

Yugyeom merely shrugs. “Well…”

And Yerin quickly changes the subject, but not before squeezing his hand and pecking him on the lips with her own.)