PARK JAY

your forehead. maybe it's because it makes him feel secure in your relationship, that he can be protective but vulnerable at the same time. or maybe it's because he likes to joke about how your "forehead is so big it's considered prime real estate." he's kidding, he swears.

"do you really think it's that big?" you say as you look in the mirror and pull your hair back to examine your forehead.

his hands immediately grab yours and pull them to your side. his eyes linger to look at your wide eye gaze before he plants a tender kiss to your forehand and smiles.

"i'm just kidding, my love. your forehead is perfect like the rest of you,"

SIM JAKE

your cheeks. he has a running streak of making sure that he kisses your cheeks every second that he has the chance. he just got back from work, kiss on the cheek. you two are a watching a movie, kiss on the cheek.

he will even make sure he kisses you on the cheek before running to the bathroom. that's how committed he is to the bit. maybe a bit too committed.

"JAKE YOU ARE SICK!" you shriek as he pulls you into the bed with him. he's been coughing non stop, sneezing non stop and has refused to take his medicine because he hates how it tastes.

he presses a kiss to your cheek and smiles. "so? that won't stop me from kissing you,"

PARK SUNGHOON

your knuckles. and no, he didn't start kissing your knuckles after you made him watch pride and prejudice (although he did get a little jealous when you screamed during that one scene). if there was a way to kiss someone with eloquence; he was the type of person that knew how to do so.

it's precious, getting to hold his hand and then feeling his lips touch your skin. it could be at any moment: having lunch together, taking a stroll in the park, or laying in bed and watching a show. he never misses the moment to show his affection in a way that brings butterflies to your stomach.

he'll never stop caring. his kiss is an indicator that he's here for you whenever you need to rant or lean on his shoulder. he loves taking your hand in his and pressing his lips to your knuckles as a gentle reminder that he is all in and completely devoted to you.

"tell me what's wrong," he said as he kissed your knuckles. "what can i do to make you smile again?"

KIM SUNOO

your nose. it's just right there in front of his face and he has no choice but to lean forward, give you an adorable smirk before he kisses your nose. it's gentle, it's sweet and he will chase you around the room if you refuse to get a kiss on the nose.

it's a tender gesture to remind you how much he loves you. even if he's having a bad day, he doesn't let that interfere with expressing his admiration to you. if it means wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your nose and then burying himself in your neck —he will always place his love for you as a priority.

a smile touches his lips as a presses a kiss to your forehead. his heart skips a beat as you break out into a tiny grin as you snuggle yourself into his chest. oh how he's completely bewitched by you.

"you know what my favourite thing about kissing your nose is?" he starts as his fingers trace your face. "what?" you ask. "getting to see that beautiful smile of yours every single time i kiss you,"

YANG JUNGWON

you temples. no words can describe how kissing your temples makes him feel like the most secure man in the world. you're like precious cargo to him, a rare treasure; and he would go to the ends of the earth to make sure that you are safe. always safe.

on those days when you're tearing up in front of him, when you've had a bad day at work, when you're overwhelmed and frustrated or simply needing to cry —he will hold you in his arms and kiss your temples. he will press a lingering kiss to them, even if you're bawling in his arms, he will hold you there and keep his lips to your temples to soothe you no matter what.

even if those kisses are a means of a security. he loves the rush that comes from kissing you there. because it reminds him of how lucky he is to have you in his life. and he would do anything to make you happy.

his lips touch your temples as he pulls you into an embrace. they linger there for a while until he's stroking your hair as you rest into his chest. "i love you more than words can say," he happily mumbles.

NISHIMURA RIKI

your fingers. you could be yelling at the screen playing video games, you could be venting to him about your stupid co-worker, you could have woken up with a bad hair day (like really bad); and to distract you from your anger, he kisses your fingers.

like snatching your hand and pressing a kiss to the digits of your fingers. and he's looking right at you when he's doing it. so instead of yelling to him about how your co-worker said "xyz" about you during a meeting, you're looking at him with wide eyes and a flush red face as he's looking right at you while kissing your fingers.

he loves doing it. he loves seeing you get flustered. not that he doesn't like hearing your gossip, but if it means distracting you from the anger —he knows how to distract you well.

"what was that you were saying about your co-worker?" he asks as he presses a kiss to your thumb. "i can't remember anymore,"

twenty minutes later, he came stomping back into the apartment, plastic bags dangling from his fingers.

“baby.”

you looked up from the couch, blinking innocently. “hm?”

he set the bags down with a dramatic sigh. “why was everyone in the store looking at me weird?”

you tried to bite back your smile, but failed miserably. “look in the mirror wonnie.”

confused, he wandered into the hallway where the full-length mirror was — and you heard the gasp.

“YN!” his voice echoed through the apartment like a scandalized cat.

you burst out laughing, tears welling up in your eyes when he stormed back into the living room — his entire face covered in lipstick marks. cheekbones, jawline, forehead, even the corner of his mouth. little pink smudges everywhere like you were trying to show your love all across his skin.

“you sent me out like this?” he cried, pointing dramatically at his face.

you only giggled harder, laughing into the pillow.

he didn’t hesitate. in two seconds flat, he tackled you onto the couch, pinning you under him as you shrieked and kicked weakly, laughing so hard you could barely breathe.

“nope,” he said nuzzling his face into your neck despite the lipstick. “this is what you get.”

“jungwon you're getting lipstick on me!”

“i dont care. you’re my prisoner now.” he squished your cheeks between his hands, smearing even more lipstick across both your faces. “you’re sentenced to cuddles forever.”

“that’s not a punishment.”

his eyes softened instantly — melting into the boy you fell in love with, the boy who would let you mark up his whole face just because it made you laugh.

he kissed your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, trailing soft, slow kisses wherever he could reach.

“whatever,” he murmured against your skin, wrapping his arms tight around you. “i wasn’t planning on ever letting you go anyway.”

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