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You knew you shouldn’t have said yes to Hina, your best friend, when she insisted in going out for a drink. It wasn’t even the weekend, so you felt even more out of place sitting at the bar in the almost empty establishment with an already half-empty drink in front of you. Your cheeks were already warm and your head was starting to get cloudy, that exact moment when you can either laugh at anything or cry over an unimportant memory.

Your eyes met Hina’s mischievous ones and you knew something was coming.

“So…”, she nudged your shoulder with hers, “got anything exciting going on?”.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean”.

“Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I’m talking about”, Hina sighed, dissatisfied by your obliviousness. “It’s been almost a year since you broke up with your ex. Hasn’t anyone caught your attention during all this time?”.

You rolled your eyes. You loved Hina, but it wasn’t the first time she mentioned that topic, and it was starting to get a bit on your nerves.

“Well, as you’d probably understand, after being cheated on by my boyfriend with one of my friends, the idea of getting involved with another man doesn’t exactly thrill me”.

“Of course I understand. I’m just saying, you deserve to have some fun”, Hina softened her voice, sensing your discomfort. “You shouldn’t let the past actions of an asshole keep you from enjoying life again”.

You lowered your head, knowing deep inside that your friend was right.

“I know that, but…”, you took a moment to organize your thoughts, something that the alcohol in your system was making particularly difficult. “I don’t know if I’m ready to that kind of depth again. A real relationship right now feels… overwhelming”.

“Who said it had to be real?”.

You looked at your friend like she had grown a second head, but she just giggled at your reaction.

“Look”, she took out her phone to show you something. “I keep coming across this type of videos, and it turns out it’s really popular around here”.

She turned the phone so you could watch the screen as you were taking a sip of your drink, and you almost chocked on it as soon as you read the title. Renting a boyfriend for one day.

“You can’t be for real”, you shook your head, but Hina kept grinning like she had just had the best idea of the century. “Hina, no way”.

“Why? It’s exactly what you need! A boyfriend for practice”, she insisted.

“I don’t need practice. Plus, it’s cringe. Who the hell rents a person?”.

“You, if you want to overcome your fear of men”.

“I don’t have a fear- “, you started saying, but Hina interrupted.

“Fine, whatever. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. You’re too boring for something like this”, she put her phone away with a pout on her lips. She knew very well what she was doing.

“I’m not boring!”, you exclaimed. Your pride was hurt and, for you, that meant demonstrating whoever doubted you that they were wrong.

“Then prove it”.

You both held gazes for a few seconds, both of you waiting for the other’s surrender. Finally, you dropped your shoulders.

“Fine”, Hina squeaked at your response. “I hope your happy”.

“Oh, I am”, she replied, unaware of the sarcasm in your voice. “And don’t worry, I’ll arrange everything for you. You won’t have to worry about anything”.

“Whatever”, you muttered, right before finishing the rest of your drink in one gulp.

You didn’t know how everything would turn out, but at least you got Hina happy for the moment.

Speaking of which, she took her task very seriously. After all, she wanted you to have a good time and, hopefully, that it would make you realize that dating could still be fun, even after a bad experience.

Hina wasted no time in doing her research, visiting different sites that offered boyfriends for renting, and different profiles as well. After hours of thorough browsing, she found what she knew it would be the perfect pick for you. She didn’t send you a picture, didn’t share any kind of information. Hina just texted you his name: Maki.

Maki didn’t originally plan to get the job. It didn’t quite match his more reserved personality, and he would describe it as anything but enjoyable. But it was easy and undeniably well-paid, especially after all the good reviews clients had left about him. Without even intending to, he became the most wanted boyfriend out of his company, due to both his nonchalant aura and his striking visuals.

He didn’t care one bit, though. The only reason he kept the job was so he could pay for the only thing that he really loved: music. He didn’t mind spending a couple of hours with a stranger if that meant that he would be able to afford vocal lessons and studio fees. It was the only way he had to pay for all those things, as his parents had never been supportive of him pursuing music.

Due to his parents turning their back on him for fighting for his dream, he stopped letting people know that he wanted to make music. Not because he was ashamed, but because he preferred keep working in silence than putting up with somebody else telling him that it was pointless. He was also scared of failure, although he didn’t like to admit that out loud. He feared disappointing both himself and others, so he’d rather carry everything alone and keep everyone at arm’s length until he succeeded.

Maki was so focused on his goal that avoiding catching feelings had never been an issue. Still, he knew his job didn’t make it easy. Plus, dating a client could be a problem serious enough to get him fired, and he couldn’t let that happen. Therefore, not catching feelings was his one unbreakable rule.

To say Maki was surprised when he got the offer sent by Hina was an understatement. Your friend wanted to rent him for four days during one week so he could take his friend to four different dates that she had carefully planned: on Monday, a simple café date for you to chat and grow comfortable with each other; on Wednesday, a pottery date, as it would be nice for you to do an activity together; on Friday, a karaoke night, intimate but still fun; and on Sunday, a private onsen date to end the week relaxed and refreshed.

Maki blinked. Twice. Not many people rented him for more than two days without knowing him previously and, certainly, not for such carefully planned dates. It was also the first time someone wanted to rent him for a friend, not for themselves. He would have been lying if he said it didn’t intrigue him, a feeling that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. On top of that, the money offer was very appealing for the song he was currently trying to finish and release. Deep in though, Maki didn’t notice his friend and co-worker Nicholas peeking over his shoulder at his laptop screen.

“Be careful, man”, Nicholas said, placing a hand on Maki’s shoulder. “Nothing guarantees you that it isn’t some delusional creep”.

But Maki didn’t care. “As always”, he muttered before sending an affirmative response to Hina’s mail.

Hina called you as soon as she got the confirmation email, almost jumping in excitement.

“Guess what?”, she asked as soon as you picked up.

“Good morning to you too, Hina. How are you?”, you said with ironic sweetness.

“I’m incredibly happy because you, my dear best friend, have a date on Monday with Maki”, you could hear the smile in her voice.

“Ugh, he said yes?”, part of you was hoping that he rejected the offer, but you weren’t that lucky.

“Of course he said yes, I planned everything perfectly”, she said cheerfully. “You just have to make sure to be on time at the café I’ll send you later”.

“Send me a picture of Maki as well. Or I won’t know who is he”.

“Nope. I want it to be a surprise”, Hina’s playful voice did nothing but worry you. “I already sent him a picture of you so he can look for you there”.

“Hina, I swear to God…”.

“Relax. He’s 100% your type, you’ll see. And once you’re there, make sure to enjoy. Love you!”, she exclaimed before hanging up, making you unable to say anything else.

You sighed, wanting to strangle Hina but also feeling your tummy turning faintly at the thought of a first date after many months. Even though it wasn’t exactly a real one.

The weekend flew by in a wink of an eye, meaning that Monday arrived and you didn’t know what to expect. Every step you took towards the café made you regret every decision that had led you to that situation, your tummy turning every time you thought about everything that could go wrong during the date.

You knew it was stupid to think like that. Renting a boyfriend was actually more popular than you previously thought, and it wasn’t viewed as anything weird. Plus, this Maki guy must be more than used to doing this kind of thing. It would only be uncomfortable if you turn it uncomfortable, is what you kept repeating yourself until you reached the entrance of the café.

You took a peek inside through the front window. It was actually really nice, beige and soft brown tones sprinkled by the green of some plants scattered through the room. It looked comfortable enough to calm your nerves a little, and it wasn’t too crowded. Perfect, you thought.

“Hey,” you heard a deep voice behind you, “are you Y/N?”.

You turned slowly to meet eyes with the owner of the voice. You froze. You expected some cute guy, nothing crazy. But the man in front of you exceeded all your expectations. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, deep and downturned, almost puppy-like in contrast with his sharp features. His black hair was perfectly dishevelled, like he had run his hands through it once and it had fallen perfectly into place. You also noticed the way you had to lift your head slightly to make eye contact, as he was a few inches taller than you.

He gave you a little grin, enough to make his dimples pop, making your heart flutter and your cheeks redden before you could stop any of it. He found it cute. Too cute for his liking. He had already had to mentally slap himself just seconds ago when he spotted you, a little voice in his head saying you were way prettier in person than he expected. He had quickly silenced that voice. He’d had pretty clients before. This was nothing different.

“Yes. Uhm… Maki, right?”, you managed to say, determined to bring your confidence back. He was just a guy, after all.

“That’s right. Sorry for making you wait”. He motioned to the door of the café, inviting you to enter.

“Oh, don’t worry, I had just arrived”, you quickly said, playing it down as you walked through the door he was holding open for you.

You approached the counter to order. Once your drinks were already on the making, you tried handing your card to the employee as, as far as you knew, the one who rented the boyfriend was the one who had to pay for the date. But you never got to pass your card to the boy behind the counter as Maki quickly snatched the card from your hand. You looked up at him confused.

“It’s already paid, love”, he winked and took out another card from his wallet.

You frowned in confusion before you realized. Hina. She said she would arrange everything. You rolled your eyes. She had really taken it seriously.

Maki took both of your drinks and you sat down on a wooden table near the wide window. You found yourself struggling to maintain eye contact with Maki, to the point it was starting to annoy you. Since when you reacted this flustered just because of a handsome guy?

You took a sip of your drink to calm your nerves and also to give yourself some time to think of what to say. However, Maki was the first one to break the ice.

“Looks like we’re going to spend a lot of time together this week”, he mentioned, casually.

“Yeah… Sorry about that, my friend got a little too excited”, you let out an airy laugh, shaking your head slightly at the thought of Hina. Maki just chuckled.

“Don’t apologize. It’ll be fun, you’ll see”, he took a sip of his drink and then asked. “It’s your first time renting, right?”.

“Is it that obvious?”.

He smiled and shrugged. “Only if you squint”, something shifted in his heart when he saw a genuine smile playing on your lips, small but still there. “Can I ask you why was your friend the one to rent me for you?”.

“She kind of talked me into this. I’ve been pretty much avoiding men ever since my ex cheated on me. So my friend thought it would be fun to try this out. And, trust me, it’s impossible to say no to her”.

You watch Maki frown at your words. “I’m sorry to hear that”.

That made you laugh. “It’s fine. You don’t have to fake concern just to feel more like a man”.

“Wow”, your comeback surprised and amused him at the same time. “You’re bold”.

“No, I’m not”, you denied. “I was actually really nervous about today. I don’t even know what am I supposed to be doing”.

Maki shook his head. “You don’t have to do anything. Just relax. Leave it all to me. For example…”.

He extended his hand across the table, his palm up, expecting you to place yours on top. You slid your hand in his hesitantly, suddenly nervous about the physical contact. Almost as if he sensed it, he started rubbing comforting circles with his thumb on the back of your hand, and you actually didn’t hate the feeling.

You cleared your throat before asking. “Are there any rules about the dates? Like a contract or something?”.

That made him let out a real laugh. “I’m not Christian Grey, love”. You blushed profusely, but he acted like he didn’t notice. “The company only has two conditions, though. No intimacy, like kisses and sex, and no contact after the date, or dates in your case. End”.

“Makes sense”, you felt your face cooling down a bit. “Then nothing stops you from talking about yourself”.

Maki looked confused. “What?”.

“You said it yourself. We’re going to spend quite some time together this week so we should know each other a little better”, you said, matter-of-factly.

He found it cute that you were curious about him. It was actually the first time someone made that effort. Most clients just wanted to be seen with him, take the picture and share it as if he was just a pretty object for others to use.

“What do you want to know?”, he asked, softer.

You took a minute to think. “We could ask one question each so we can be even. Nothing crazy, just easy questions?”.

Maki nodded and gave a little squeeze to your hand. “Ladies first”.

“What’s your favourite… colour?”. You watched him hold back a laugh. “What? That’s important to get to know a person, you know?”.

“Okay, okay uh… black”.

You looked up and down at his outfit, all black, no hint of colour. “No kidding”.

“What about it?”, he sent you an amused look. You were definitely something else. “Anyways, my turn. What’s your hobby?”.

“I love painting”, you answered without hesitation. “I’ve been doing it since I was a kid”.

“I’d love to see one of your paintings”, Maki admitted.

“You’re actually holding one”, he looked down at your joined hands and you stretched your fingers so he could see your nails. “I do my own nail designs”.

He held your hand more carefully, almost as if he was holding something precious, and examined the intricate design.

“It’s amazing. You’re really good”.

You smiled, flustered and proud. “Thanks. I better be, though. I make a living out of it. It’s not easy but I can’t imagine myself doing anything else”. He looked up at you, also seeing himself in your words, and a sudden yet subtle warmth spread through his chest. “What about you? What do you do in your free time?”.

That’s when he hesitated. “I…”, he cleared his throat. “I don’t do much, really”.

You send a sceptical look his way. “I don’t buy that. Everyone likes something”. You watched him part his lips as if he was about to say something, but no sound left his mouth. You laughed under your breath to ease some tension. “Come on, it can’t be that bad”.

“I like music”, he blurted out before he could regret it. “I make music, actually”.

Maki didn’t exactly know why he confessed that. It wasn’t a secret, but admitting it did make him feel insecure due to his parents’ disapproval in the past. Only some close friends of his knew, so he wasn’t sure why he told that to someone he met just an hour ago. Maybe he did see a connection between your situations, but he was sure you weren’t going to prejudge him.

Instead, he watched as your eyes lit up. “Really? That’s amazing!”.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing serious”, he added in a quiet voice you almost didn’t hear.

“Since when do you make music?”, you asked, genuinely curious. You didn’t quite expect Maki to be into song making.

“Uh… it’s not been that long. I… Well, it’s complicated”. His sudden wave of shyness surprised Maki himself. He wasn’t used to have the spotlight on him during dates, and it was making him nervous, seeing how the roles reversed. He was the one supposed to make you flustered, not the other way around.

You smiled to yourself at his stuttering and decided to tease him a little. “Sorry. I didn’t know I could make you this nervous”.

He scoffed, but his eyes glinted with amusement. “You wish. Anyways, it’s my turn to ask”.

One hour passed without either of you noticing. Your hands kept being connected the whole time, fingers playing with each other absentmindedly, even when you stood up and walked out of the café. It was not very late, but it was already dark, the only sources of light being the streetlamps alongside the road.

“In which direction are you going?”, Maki asked, looking down at you.

You pointed to your left and he nodded, already starting to walk towards where you pointed.

“You have to walk me home too?”.

“Nope. But I’m also going this way”.

You nodded. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but part of you was happy that you didn’t have to part ways just yet.

You were walking down the street when you felt a sudden breeze hit your skin, making you shiver. After spending the evening inside the café, the difference with the night air was way more noticeable. You tried not to make it very obvious that you were cold, but it was no use. Maki was already taking off his black jacket and handing it to you.

“Here, take this”.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m fine”, you tried to turn down his offer, but he didn’t give in.

“You have goosebumps”, he stated. “Just wear it, come on”.

He put the piece of clothing over your shoulders and watched as you slid your arms into the sleeves, which reached almost past your hands. You couldn’t ignore the way your muscles relaxed after being shielded from the wind. He grabbed your hand again and instantly laced his fingers with yours.

You kept walking in comfortable silence as both of you got lost in your thoughts. Truth is you had felt more comfortable during the date than you could’ve ever imagined, to the point you were even excited about the other three dates that were left.

Maki’s thoughts weren’t that different. He was amazed, and a little confused, as it had been the first day at the job that hadn’t felt like working at all. He didn’t have to try hard or force the conversation nor the physical contact. All that he did, he did it because it felt right.

You brought him back to reality when you stopped in your tracks, at the start of your street. You took off his jacket and handed it back to him with a little ‘thank you’.

“Are we here?”.

“Yes”, you answered, the corner of your lips lifting slightly. “But I’m not going to show you where exactly do I live, weirdo”.

He laughed, amused. “Fair enough”.

He hugged you then, catching you by surprise, but you quickly returned it.

“Good night”, he whispered. “See you on Wednesday”.

He turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, towards the street you have already walked through. You laughed in disbelief.

“You lied!”, you exclaimed, making Maki turn around and shrug playfully.

That night Hina called you, eager to know every single detail of your date. What were you wearing. How did he greet you. What did you order. What did you talk about. How did you say goodbye to each other. You answered every question with a strange tingle spreading through your tummy.

“Sounds like you’re catching feelings”, you didn’t need to see Hina to know she had her signature knowing smirk playing on her lips.

“What? No!”, you quickly denied. “Do I need to remind you this is all fake? It’s not like we went on a real date”.

“Well, at least I’m glad you had a good time. And I’m sure you’ll love the next date”.

“Speaking of that, what’s it going to be?”, you didn’t know what to expect after hearing Hina’s amused tone.

“I can’t tell you yet, sweetie”. You let out a slightly annoyed sigh, but your friend added before you could complain. “By the way, I gave Maki your number so he can talk to you himself from now on. Have fun on Wednesday!”.

She quickly hung up, cutting you off. “And of course, you didn’t ask me”.

You placed your phone on your bedside table and got under your sheets, quickly dozing off still with Maki present in your thoughts.

You spent all Tuesday thinking about your next date, a mix of excitement and nervousness brewing in your belly. You really liked your time with Maki and it would be a lie if you said you weren’t looking forward to see him again, but the thought of getting too attached to him scared you. At the end, this was all pretending and he was just doing his job.

On Wednesday morning you received a text from him. It was a location from which you two were going to walk to your date spot. You still had no clue where that was, but you decided to trust Hina once again.

“One more thing”, he wrote. “Wear something comfortable. And something that’s not new”.

“What’s with all the secrecy?”.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, love”. His text made you roll your eyes. “Just trust me and your friend”.

“That’s all I’ve been doing…”.

Maki was already waiting when you arrived at the location he sent you. As soon as your eyes met, he gave you a sweet smile that reached his eyes, dimples appearing instantly. He opened his arms, inviting you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he did the same around your waist. You tried to ignore your pulse accelerating.

He took you by the hand and started walking down the street. “How have you been?”.

“So far so good”, you tried to sound natural. ‘Totally not thinking about you, for some reason’, you thought.

You made some small talk until you reached a familiar building painted in light yellow. The pottery shop. When you realized you were going to have your date there, you squeezed Maki’s hand in excitement, holding back the urge to jump up and down like a kid that had received her favourite candy.

You loved anything involving arts and crafts – of course Hina knew that. The same way she knew you had always begged your ex to go to the pottery shop since it opened, but he always refused. Too boring for him, he said.

You were glad you finally had a chance to come with Maki. He was smiling at you fondly, but quickly changed his expression before you could notice. Why was it so hard to keep his cool around you? He needed to get a grip if he wanted to do his job properly.

You made your way into the building, the shop employee quickly coming up to you with a kind smile on her face. She welcomed you warmly and led you to your assigned spot.

“Do you need any guidance or have either of you done this before?”, she asked as she handed you a couple of aprons.

“I do have some experience”, Maki gave you a quick glance, impressed. “I took some classes in high school”, you explained.

“I see. I’ll leave you two to it, then. If you need any help, you know where to find me”, she gave you one last smile before disappearing through the door, leaving you two alone in the room.

You wondered if it was just a coincidence. It was unreal to think Hina had rented the entire room. Right?

“Turn around”, Maki’s voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him confused, and he motioned to the apron he was holding. “I’ll tie it up for you”.

You did as he said, feeling as his hands lingered for just a second longer on your waist after tying the strips.

“Have you ever done this?”, you asked to break the little tension that had appeared.

“Not at all. You’ll have to teach me”.

You had a wheel each, one next to the other. Following your recommendation for beginners, you decided to make two little bowls. Maki was copying your every action, focusing his gaze on you as you were trying your best to keep your hands steady as you put the clay on the wheel and poured a bit of water on top to soften it.

“I didn’t know you were also good at pottery”, he mentioned, truly impressed.

You smiled faintly, concentrating on the way the clay was starting to adopt the shape you wanted. “I didn’t say I was good. I only took a couple of classes at high school for some extra credits. But I do enjoy doing this kind of artistic things”.

“Is that why you started doing nails? You like that too?”. You were a bit taken aback seeing that he remembered that.

“Not exactly. I mean, now I like it but it wasn’t what I wanted to do originally”, your voice turned quieter at the end of the sentence, not sure if you were boring Maki with your little rambling. But he kept looking at you, as if he was waiting to hear the rest.

“And what was that?”, he asked.

“I wanted to work at a gallery. Show my paintings, sell them… But finding that kind of work is almost impossible. I had to get a part time job because painting was making me lose money instead of earn it. It was my friend Hina, the one who contacted you, who suggested that I tried nail art and I ended up loving it. Plus, it’s way more profitable”, you explained, reminiscing all those moments.

Maki, on the other hand, was thinking about how bad he wanted to tell you that he understood, that he was going through something similar. He chose to stay quiet.

By the time you finished your little bowl, you noticed he was comically struggling. His bowl looked like someone had sat on top and Maki kept looking at it like it had personally offended him. You couldn’t hold in your giggles. You brought your stool closer to his, close enough that your knees and shoulders were brushing.

“Wait, I think you’re applying too much force. Maybe you need to relax your hands”, you suggested. “I’ll show you”.

You tried to reach for the clay but you were too far and leaning over the wheel was uncomfortable for your limbs. Maki noticed and tugged at your forearm, making you stand up and move in front of him. He slid back on his stool, making enough space for you to sit between his legs. You hesitated but he grabbed your forearms again, making you sit down, his chest brushing your back making your face warm.

You placed your hands on the moist clay, trying to save the poor messed up bowl.

“Put your hands on top of mine. You’ll see how little force you actually need”, you said it innocently, without taking into consideration the effect his larger hands engulfing yours would have. His touch was soft, softer than you expected. Him aligning his fingers with yours and his breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck was making your whole face get hotter by the second.

You let him try by himself as you leaned back to ease the slight pain on your back from leaning over the wheel. However, you ended up unintentionally leaning flush against his chest. You straightened your back immediately, like it had burned.

“I’m s- “, you tried to apologize, but his hand tugging at your waist to pull you back against him made you go silent.

“It’s okay”. It wasn’t okay, you thought. Still, you didn’t move, watching him as he finished his bowl while resting in between his arms.

Once it was done, you stood up and went towards the sink to wash your hands, at the same time the employee took your bowls to the drying aisle. You both had your hands under the stream of cool water when Maki spoke.

“You should keep painting, Y/N. Whole paintings, I mean. If it truly makes you happy, it’ll work out. You have to believe that”.

You looked up at him, the honesty in his voice surprising you. “Sounds like you’re talking from experience”. It was just a little comment, but it made Maki’s chest tighten. He just shrugged, not trusting his words. It still made him insecure to talk about his music.

You walked towards the entrance door, where the employee was already waiting for you to say goodbye.

“Thank you so much for coming today. Your bowls will be ready next week, when they’re already dry”, she smiled.

You smiled back but it didn’t reach your eyes entirely, her words making your heart hurt a bit. In a week time, this whole boyfriend thing would be over. You didn’t know it, but Maki was thinking the same thing, even though he knew he shouldn’t.

After the date, he walked you home again, hands intertwined one more time.

“This is too gentlemanly. You walking me home”, you clarified.

“It’s bare minimum, love. Plus, I like spending time with you”.

You scoffed. “I’m sure you say that to everyone”.

“No. I don’t”, he muttered, too low that you didn’t hear it.

What you did feel was the way his hand was holding yours more tenderly than last time, making it even more difficult to let go when you reached the corner of your street.

Friday arrived faster than you expected. You had been overthinking all Thursday, your head not giving you a break, wondering if it had been a good idea to agree to Hina’s plan taking into account that you would probably get hurt at the end. It wasn’t your intention to get attached to Maki. You knew very well that, once it all was over, you’ll never hear from him again. You also knew you’ll miss him. And the thing you thought you were more certain about was that those feelings were completely one-sided.

Yet, your heart raced when you got his text that morning. Another location for you to meet.

“Are you seriously going to keep being this secretive with every date?”.

He sent a shrugging emoji. Very him.

“Is there a dress code for this one too?”.

“Wear whatever. You’ll look good in anything”.

And here it is again. The damn blushing.

As you were approaching Maki on the street, you looked up to the sign above his head. You noticed the building was a karaoke and you smirked. “So, I’m finally going to hear you sing”, you teased.

“Consider yourself lucky”, he pointed a finger at you, but his tone was light, making your smirk widen.

You walked past the entrance and looked for your booth. Once you found it, you entered and got comfortable. You took off your jacket, exposing the fitted top that hugged your curves perfectly. You didn’t catch Maki staring for a bit unintentionally and his ears burning the next second.

To be honest, you were a bit insecure, as you had never sang in front of “strangers”. In other words, you’ve never sang in front of someone that isn’t Hina. You considered yourself decent when it came to singing, but it was the kind of thing you tend to keep to yourself.

Maki, sensing your nervousness, passed you the tablet. “Just pick some of your favourite songs to break the ice”.

You grabbed the device, glancing at the songs Maki chose before you. Your eyes widened for just a fraction of a second, as he picked some songs that weren’t that well known, but you loved. Your taste must be really similar, as you noticed. He handed you one of the two microphones he was holding as you pressed play on the first song, deciding to just enjoy your time there and not overthink it.

You started to sing in a duet and the second you heard Maki’s voice, you were amazed. You figured he wasn’t bad but you didn’t imagine to hear such a beautiful tone coming out of him. After the song ended, you didn’t waste a second to compliment him.

“Oh… my god. I didn’t expect you to be bad, but you really have the voice of an angel”.

He smiled widely, looking down in slight embarrassment. He didn’t expect a compliment like that, and it moved him even more coming from you. “Thanks”.

That first song did wonders as an icebreaker. You were completely at ease, singing your heart out with Maki doing the very same, even looking younger because of how bright his expression had turned.

“Why were you nervous?”, Maki asked as soon as the song finished. “You have such a nice voice”.

You shook your head, dodging the compliment. “Not as nice as yours. You’re so much better”.

“Do you want to see who’s actually better?”. You furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for him to continue. “Let’s play a game. We both sing a song of our choice and see whose score is the highest”.

“Does the winner get a prize?”.

Maki walked towards the little drawer where all the colourful and bizarre props the booth included were, a mischievous smirk never leaving his face. “How about the winner gets to dress up the loser however he wants with these?”.

“He? You’re sure you’re going to win?”, you could feel the competitiveness building up inside you. You didn’t wait for his answer and grabbed your microphone. “Let me prove you wrong”.

Neither of you expected to get that into it. Maki chose a Justin Bieber song with which he could showcase his vocal skill perfectly, but you didn’t fall behind. You had a blast during your turn, singing as freely as if you were alone, hitting every note effortlessly due to the sudden desire to win.

The result shocked you both as the difference was only one point. One single number that put your name above Maki’s on the TV screen.

“I won!”, you celebrated, stretching your arms up as a huge smile lighted up your face.

“You cheated”, Maki complained, a very poor attempt to fake annoyance.

You didn’t pay attention to him, as you were fully focused on choosing some props for Maki. You came close to him to place some huge pink cat ears on his head and a very flashy feather boa around his neck. He noticed the space between you had become significantly smaller, making him swallow. Your sweet perfume was intoxicating him in the best way possible.

However, you didn’t notice this tension at all, as you were still occupied trying not to laugh at the contrast of Maki’s sharp features against the extravagant props. You stepped a bit back, reaching for the tablet to choose the next song, a more upbeat one. “You know how to dance, too?”, you asked as the music started.

You began dancing to the beat, grabbing Maki’s hand and dragging him in, both of you jumping and spinning around until your feet hurt. Neither of you remembered when was the last time you had laughed that hard.

You were panting when the song was over. Your eyes met his, and you noticed how they were shining with joy. He suddenly came closer to you, bringing his hand up to carefully fix your dishevelled hair after all the dancing. His costume had fallen off too, only the cat ears remaining, slightly crooked. You took advantage of the sudden closeness to take them off, your fingertips accidentally brushing his cheeks in the process. You both pretended you didn’t see the blush on each other’s faces as you took a step back.

“We still have time for one more song”, he said, his voice a bit shaky.

“You pick”.

Maki’s song of choice started playing as you tried to reach the couch, but he grabbed your wrist before you could sit down and brought you close to him. He slid his hands around your waist as you did the same around his shoulders instinctively. You both swayed, slow dancing to the sweet ballad Maki picked.

You rested your head on his shoulder, which wasn’t difficult due to the lack of space between you two, mainly because you weren’t sure you could stand his gaze without it affecting you. You felt the vibration of his chest as he started singing along to the lyrics. He didn’t even have the microphone, which made the moment even more intimate. Your heart was softening with each passing moment against your will, making it impossible for you to keep reminding yourself that nothing of that was real. Still, you weren’t physically able to pull away.

The music stopped, leaving the room full of electricity. You looked up, only to find Maki with his eyes already fixed on you. You watched him swallow and look down at your lips. He must’ve not noticed, you thought. You needed to believe that it had been involuntary. You pulled away quickly, feeling your whole body heat up.

You gathered your belongings without really speaking. When you walked out of the karaoke, Maki matched his pace with yours. You knew he would walk you home again but this time, he didn’t reach for your hand. You would’ve been lying if you said it didn’t hurt a little.

Maki’s thoughts were a mess. He was letting himself get too close to you, too attached, and it wasn’t fair for neither of you. Yet, he didn’t flinch whenever your arms or fingers brushed. It was like his body was asking for some sort of contact with your skin.

Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “I was serious when I said I liked your voice. You’re very talented”, you confessed. “And… if music is your hobby, you should pursue it. I’m sure you’ll do well”.

Maki knew for you it must’ve been a simple compliment. But for him, it meant the world hearing you say that with such certainty. He could only nod and smile at you in gratitude, not finding words that would work well in this situation.

He hugged you goodbye when you reached your parting point and started walking back home, deep in thought.

The first thing you did when you arrived home and put down your bag was grab your phone and call Hina. She picked up almost immediately.

“Hina, I’m screwed”.

There was a moment of silence. You didn’t need to explain why. Your best friend already knew what you meant.

“Is it impossible for you to meet after this?”.

“It’s against the rules of his company”, you sighed, your heart breaking at the mere thought of not seeing him again. “If they found out we keep hanging out he could be banned from the whole business, not only his company. And I’m not sure he can afford that. It’s too much of a sacrifice”.

“You really care about him, don’t you?”.

Another moment of silence. Hina’s question didn’t carry disapproval or judgement. It was the perfect opportunity for you to admit out loud what has been going through your head since that first date. You liked Maki, and something told you there had been something real behind every moment you shared together. Every touch, every conversation. It pained you to know you didn’t have much time left to see where this was leading to.

“… I’m sorry, Y/N”, Hina apologized in a low, sincere voice. “I shouldn’t have made you go through this”.

“It’s okay, Hina. Don’t apologize. I had fun, after all”, you didn’t know if you were trying to convince her or yourself more. “I’ll just… try to enjoy the time I have left”.

Little did you know Maki was having an almost identical conversation at the same time with Nicholas at their shared apartment.

“I swear I don’t know how it happened”, Maki admitted, his hands running anxiously through his hair. “It’s just… there’s something different about her”.

“And what are you going to do about it?”, Nicholas asked with caution.

The thing was, Maki didn’t know. He was beyond conflicted. Saying goodbye to you was the last thing he wanted to do. You had been the first person in a very long time that hasn’t treated him like an object or a temporary amusement. You cared, you asked genuine curious questions and didn’t fake your reactions – you wanted to know the real him. That also scared him. You were way smarter and funnier, the kind of person one always wants to be around. Would he be good enough for you?

The thought of your ex crossed his mind, making his jaw tense in anger. He could not comprehend how dumb one should be to cheat on someone like you and let you walk away that easily. Just imagining you leaving after your last date was enough to make him sick, every fibre of his body dreading that moment.

“What would you do in my place?”.

“This isn’t my decision to make, Maki. It’s you who needs to figure it out”. Nicholas placed a comforting hand on Maki’s shoulder. “You have one more day to think about it. Just trust your gut”.

Hina, already feeling sorry for the situation she had put you in, decided it was best to let you know beforehand where you would meet Maki for the last time. A private onsen. It wasn’t that you were insecure about your body, but the fact that you were going to spend time with Maki in such an intimate and romantic place made you tremble with nerves. You thanked the heavens that the onsen allowed swimsuits, at least.

You saw Maki waiting at the entrance. He also seemed a bit uneasy, pacing around with his gaze focused on the ground, looking almost like a teenager about to have his first date. The truth was, he didn’t know exactly how to feel. Excited about spending some more time with you, pretending everything was alright, but also sad at the thought of it being the last opportunity to have you close.

He spent the whole previous day thinking about his conversation with Nicholas. He didn’t want this to end this abruptly, his own heart hating him for just thinking about it being a possibility. He didn’t want to keep you hidden either, just so he could keep a job that didn’t fulfil him. He considered quitting but, if he did, would his music be enough to make a living? He had saved enough and also had some promising projects almost finished but nothing guaranteed him he would succeed.

Pushing all these thoughts at the back of his mind, he greeted you with his signature dimpled smile which you returned, his heart aching at the familiarity. He held the door open for you and you made your way into the reception.

In order to keep the customers’ privacy, there was no staff to let you in. You just had to show your QR and find your room. Yours wasn’t very big. It had a little bathroom on the right side and a shower on the left. A glass door separated you from the proper onsen, a squared pool filled with hot water, steam fogging up the material. It had a little bench underwater and it was big enough for two or three people to step inside. The whole room was dimly lit and you could smell a faint wooden scent – it was painfully perfect.

“Is it your first time? Coming to an onsen?”, Maki broke the silence.

You shook your head. “No, I… I actually went to one when I was younger. With my family”. You cringed at the sudden awkwardness between the two of you.

“Cool, uh… You can change if the bathroom if it’s more comfortable. I’ll change here”.

You nodded, not trusting your words anymore, grabbed your bag and went into the smaller room.

Once you changed into your black swim suit, you stepped out of the bathroom, your face turning red at the sight of Maki. Your eyes travelled through his perfectly sculpted body, not being able to deny the warmth that spread through your skin. Maki was not in a better place, eyes roaming your curves wishing they were his hands instead.

You cleared your throat in a poor attempt to pretend you were normal about the situation. “We have to shower first”.

Maki nodded and stepped first in the shower. He held his hand out for you to take and you felt a wave of electricity spreading through your body when his fingers brushed yours. He turned you around and before you could say anything, you felt warm water running through your hair, followed by Maki’s gentle fingers. You closed your eyes, your heart aching. There was no way you could walk away from that date without saying anything. It was going to be the last time either way so, why not express how much you enjoyed your time together?

Maki poured water over himself too before handing you his hand again. You made your way to the onsen and Maki stepped in first to help you in, his hands lingering at your forearms.

The warm water surrounded your body and you enjoyed the comforting feeling it provided, all your muscles relaxing and the voices in your head shutting up for just a moment. You watched Maki sitting down on the bench and copied him, resting your head back on the edge of the pool.

“I- “.

“Uh…”.

You both tried to speak at the same time.

“You first”, Maki said, taking a quick glance at you.

“I just… I wanted to say that I really enjoyed the dates…”, your voice turned quieter at the end of the sentence. You suddenly realized how pathetic that might have sounded. You gripped the edge of the bench in embarrassment.

To your surprise, you felt Maki’s pinkie brushing yours underwater. “I did too”.

“Don’t lie”, you shook your head. That couldn’t be real. “It was just work for you”.

He looked at you longer this time, seriousness written all over his face. “I’m not lying. You are the first person who actually wanted to talk to me, get to know the real me. Most people just want to brag about spending time with me after the date is over, but none of them care. Being with you… it didn’t feel like working at all”.

“And what did it feel like, then?”.

Your question made Maki quiet. He opened his mouth as if he was trying to say something, but no sound came out. He was scared of telling the truth, saying it out loud.

You let out a humourless laugh and broke the contact of your pinkies. “It’s fine, Maki. I know this is just a role you’re playing. And I don’t blame you. I understand that I’m just a client”.

He snapped at that, startling you. He stood up right in front of you and caged you with his arms, hands resting at the edge of the pool. He leaned down until his face was at the same height as yours. “Do you really think that’s all you are to me? A client?”.

You swallowed. “Your silence confirmed it”.

“My silence means I’m scared”, he confessed, voice shaking in the slightest. “I’m scared of letting you in and you not liking the real me. I’m scared of not seeing you anymore after this”. He breathed in to calm down. “But, most of all, I’m scared of what I’m about to do if you don’t stop me right now”.

You noticed how his eyes glanced at your lips, his own not being more than a few inches away. You could feel his breath fanning your face. “I don’t want you to stop”, you gathered the courage to look at him dead in the eye. “I want you to quit being so damn scared and answer my question. What did the dates mean to you?”

“They made me dread every stupid rule that forbid me to touch you how I really want to”, his words slipped out, deliciously out of control.

“And how is that?”.

He cupped your cheek and his thumb brushed your bottom lip. “Are you sure you want to know?”, his voice was low, serious, and his eyes were dark with desire when he spoke. You nodded, feeling hot all over your body and not just because of the water.

He connected his lips with yours, all the annoying voices in his head finally growing quiet in unison. His lips moved slowly, savouring the sweet taste of your mouth that he had been dreaming about. Your lips moved sensually against each other, almost as if you were trying to memorize the shape of the other’s mouth.

He pulled apart, short of breath, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing up to chase his lips once more. His hands went to your waist automatically, pressing you against him as the kiss turned hungrier, more desperate, tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands travelled down to his toned torso, fingers tracing the outline of his well-defined muscles, as he kept kneading the flesh on your waist and hips. You two were insatiable for one another, and Maki felt like he could faint at any moment due to the emotion.

He dragged you slowly back to the bench until he was sitting and you were straddling his lap. You broke the kiss and Maki could have sworn he had a real-life goddess in between his arms when he saw your reddened cheeks due to the heat of the room and the intensity of the kiss. Droplets of water were sliding down your face and your eyes were still shining like they contained the entire galaxy.

He leaned in once again, this time to press a tender kiss on your slightly parted lips, and then another. And then, one more. It was like he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your plump lips against his. Lips that were finally his to kiss.

You let out a little gasp when you felt one of his hands sliding up your thigh towards your butt and giving it a playful squeeze.

“Sorry”, he apologized, but a side smile was adorning his face at the same time. You took a moment to admire each other faces, not being able to believe how things turned out.

You brushed his bruised lips with your fingertips carefully and a smile crept up your face. “You are so fired after this”.

That earned a good laugh out of him. “Like I care. I was thinking of quitting anyway”. He pecked your lips again, making you smile shyly. “Plus, I want to take you out on a real date”.

“Does that mean I get to listen to your music one day?”.

Maki nodded, his heart filled with happiness. “I promise I’ll take you to the studio next time”.

You smiled brightly, already excited for the future to come. “I’d love that”.

Maki watched your happy expression and sighed to himself. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t think I’ve told you that before”.

It was the first time you visited Kyoungbae’s hometown, but it was also his first time bringing someone as important as him to his childhood home.

It hasn’t been that long since you started dating. Maybe that was the reason he hesitated before asking you to visit his town. He didn’t want to go too fast or pressure you in any way, but he didn’t know exactly where to draw the line between being caring and overwhelming. Anyone could tell this was his first relationship – he was so lost and so in love at the same time.

Finally, and after his mother’s (threats) encouragement, he asked you to spend the weekend at his house. “My family really wants to know you in person. And I can show you around. Only if you want”, he had said.

Of course you agreed, making him smile brightly.

You had never talked to his father and brother. You had only talk to his mother on the phone, and she already liked you, but after spending a couple of days together, she adored you. Kyoungbae’s whole family were able to see for themselves what a lovely heart you carried and how good of a match you were for the youngest of the house. The three of them, especially his mom, quickly grew comfortable with you, ruffling your hair, poking your cheeks and even hugging you goodnight before going to bed.

Of course, that made you feel relieved that his family accepted you with such love, but it made you wonder why the only person refraining from showing affection to you was your own boyfriend.

You knew Kyoungbae wasn’t familiar yet with physical touch even back at home, but now in his hometown it was like he was even shyer every time you accidentally touched. You didn’t want to bring it up to him, in case it made him uncomfortable, but it made you wish that he would overcome this reticence of his.

Those thoughts were still running through your mind the last evening before going back home. He said he wanted to take you to the highest point of the town, where you could see miles and miles of land from above.

The walk was quiet. Not uncomfortable, but the kind of quiet that allows your thoughts to keep spiralling. You didn’t know Kyoungbae was aware that something wasn’t quite right.

When you reached the top of the hill, you leaned against the railing, truly amazed by the beautiful green scenery before your eyes. After this weekend in his hometown, you could now understand why Kyoungbae always spoke so highly of it.

He stood beside you and rested his hand just an inch from yours on the railing. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, breaking the silence. His pinkie brushed yours softly, encouraging you to speak.

You looked down at where your fingers touched and pursed your lips, a habit of yours when you weren’t sure about saying something. A habit that Kyoungbae knew very well.

He suddenly moved until he was standing behind you and surrounded his arms around your waist. Your breath hitched in the slightest, not expecting this sudden contact. “Come on, tell me”. His breath fanned your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I didn’t know how long it would take you to do this”, you confessed in a quiet voice.

He sighed and squeezed you gently. You finally let yourself melt in between his arms, noticing that his muscles were still a tiny bit tense. “I’m sorry”, he kissed your shoulder. “I swear I was dying to. I guess I’m just not used to this”.

“I understand. You don’t have to apologize”, you rubbed his forearms that were resting on your belly. “Just know that you don’t have to ask for permission when you want to do this”.

“Good to know”, he muttered. He kissed your cheek softly, letting his lips linger for just a second. “I promise I’ll get better”.

You smiled to yourself and turned around, his arms still wrapped loosely around your waist. You cupped his face and brought his face closer. Your lips met midway in a tender and unrushed kiss, the type you give when you know you have all the time in the world.

➳ Minwook | 전민욱

Cinema date.

He knows how much you enjoy the cinema, the way its atmosphere welcomes you and makes you focus entirely on the movie, blocking the real world out. That’s why he would take you there as often as possible, nothing making him happier than seeing the excitement in your eyes when you’re on your way to the building. Before dating you, he didn’t mind the cinema. He didn’t really have an opinion, other than it was okay, but after several dates with you, he started looking forward to every new release that you could go watch together. Snuggling up to you with a huge bucket of popcorn and several bags of candy resting on your laps is enough to make him happy for an entire week. He doesn’t have to worry about the outside world and its problems. For two hours, all he wants to focus on is you – you slipping your hand into his as soon as you have the chance, you hiding your face in his shoulder when the movie gets scary, you leaning closer to his ear to whisper some random thought that crosses your mind. He wouldn’t trade these dates at the cinema for the world.

➳ Jingxiang | 马靖翔

Café hopping.

As the certified foodies that you both are, you came up with a challenge of your very own to try out every café in the city. It started just as a game, but soon enough you started to take it very seriously. You have also upgraded the challenge, wanting to test which one was the best café of the area. You do your research every time, crossing out every one you’ve already been to and giving each one a score. It’s like your little project. You can never tell which one of you is more excited every time you’re on your way, hand in hand, to a new coffee place. Once you’re there, you share everything without even having to ask. He memorizes what you like and dislike most in no time, and has it in mind every time he orders something, knowing he’ll give you half of it. He’s so attentive, instantly knowing if something is to your liking or not just by looking at your expression. He’s always ready to hand you a napkin if you need one, or hold your hair back if it’s about to get into your drink. Above all, he makes sure the date is enjoyable for you.

➳ Yeojun | 장여준

Stargazing.

Even though he has a very lively and energetic personality, quiet moments at night when it’s just the two of you are the most meaningful to him. That’s why some nights he takes you to the rooftop of his apartment building, one hand holding yours and the other carrying a fuzzy blanket for you two to lay comfortably. You lay side by side under the dark sky, his arm below your head so you can use it as a pillow, and also so he can bring you closer if needed. The conversation starts effortlessly, the way it does when you know the person you’re speaking with will never judge or hurt you. You talk about anything and everything, about trivial things like the weather and deep thoughts as how do you imagine your future together. All of that while keeping your eyes on the constellations above you. At one point, he starts playing with your hair, twirling some strands, feeling its softness. You’re not aware that you’re snuggling closer to him, to the point your head is resting on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat against your ears is enough to make you fall asleep, and he lets you, his heart full after feeling your bond getting stronger.

➳ Sungmin | 김성민

Skincare date.

The moment you asked him for advice on skincare he spent a whole hour by your side explaining which products would be best for your skin and buying them online so you could have a set of your own. Since then, his favourite kind of dates involves just the two of you at home after long tiring days, relaxing by taking care of your skin.  He turns soft when he notices how closely you look at his actions and repeat them yourself, until he offers to apply the products on your face himself. He caresses your face with such tenderness that makes you doubt if those hands belong to the same man who loves to tease you (lovingly) non-stop. He gladly lets you return the favour just so he can see you up close, which makes it difficult for you to apply the products as he won’t close his eyes (see what I did there). When you two have your masks on, he steps behind you to carefully brush your hair. Once your routines are done, he showers you in compliments that make you blush every time. He never gets tired of reminding you how beautiful you are and how much he enjoys dates like that.

➳ Seungho | 송승호

Late night stroll.

You started to go out at around midnight due to the inability to fall asleep you two had during a certain period of time, when you were more stressed than usual. Even after that, you naturally added those late night walks into your routines, both of you enjoying that time together before going home to sleep. Even though you walk aimlessly, hands together and swinging in the air, you always find yourselves going towards the little playground of your neighbourhood, which is empty at night. You let yourselves become kids again, going down the slide and riding the seesaw between laughs, finding it funny how you’re a bit too big for them. Your competitive side makes an appearance when you’re on the swings, trying to see who can go up higher. You get startled when Seungho jumps off the swings when he reaches the highest point and lands on the soft grass rolling his body. He encourages you to try as well, assuring you he’ll catch you when he sees your hesitant expression. Next thing you know is that you’re jumping, flying in the air until a pair of arms wrap around you and hold you close so the impact against the ground isn’t as harsh. You stay there together, still laughing and slightly out of breath, wishing for more dates like that.

➳ Kenshin | 櫻田健真

Arcade date.

For some people, it can be a very overwhelming place. But both of you truly enjoy all the coloured lights, the music coming from the machines, the excitement on people’s voices. You can never get enough of the arcade, to the point the employees there already know your faces and greet you whenever they see you enter, pinkies laced like always so you don’t get lost. You also have a routine, after you insisted you needed one for the sake of your savings – given that you go to the arcade every week, you don’t want you both to go bankrupt. So, according to your plan, you always go through a couple of your usuals, which include some ability games like the basketball one, and then you check out the claw machines. They usually change them every few weeks, so your eyes widen when you see that they have brought one full of plushies of your favourite Sanrio character. Of course, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Kenshin, who drags you towards it and immediately inserts a coin. He’s determined to get one for you even after several failed attempts and after you try to stop him from spending all his money. He doesn’t listen and, when he finally wins and hands you the plushie, he’s the happiest person alive. Even more when you hug him like he’s given you the moon.

➳ Kyoungbae | 서경배

Teaching you how to play badminton.

➳ Minwook | 전민욱

Neck (in a non-suggestive way).

I’ve already mentioned how much he loves nuzzling into your neck, so it’s the perfect place for him to leave kisses. He enjoys it even more if you’re ticklish or extra sensitive, finding it amusing to see your attempts at squirming free. In reality, he likes the intimacy it holds, no one else being allowed to get this close to you.

➳ Jingxiang | 马靖翔

Back of your hand.

My polite boy :C. He treats you like royalty. And his hand is almost always intertwined with yours so pressing kisses to it turns into a reflex. The best part is that he can do it in public. That way, if he senses you’re getting nervous in a crowd, he kisses it. If he finds you cute for whatever reason, he kisses it. Or if he compliments you, he’s brushing his lips over your knuckles in the sweetest way possible.

➳ Yeojun | 장여준

Lips.

We all know this little menace will aim for your lips at any given opportunity. He just doesn’t get tired of the feeling and, if you’re wearing lip gloss with flavour, you’re giving him the perfect excuse to not leave your lips alone until he guesses if it’s cherry or strawberry. In public, he settles for pecks. In private, though, you have to stop him before both your lips end up bruised.

➳ Sungmin | 김성민

Corners of your mouth.

Not quite your cheek, not quite your lips. He likes to kiss the corners of your mouth just to mess with you, as he thinks riling you up is the funniest thing ever. He finds it so cute that you try to chase his lips afterwards but he doesn’t give in that easily. He loves this game of him trying to keep his lips from meeting yours but also kissing the edges of your mouth, which ends in both of your faces covered in pecks.

➳ Seungho | 송승호

Cheeks.

There’s not much to explain. He loves your cheeks, poking them, rubbing them and, obviously, kissing them. He thinks it’s super sweet – innocent yet full of meaning. It never fails to amuse him how your cheeks blush whenever he kisses them randomly, making him press pecks there all over again. He’s one to get cuteness aggression often, so expect sudden kiss attacks on your cheeks from time to time.

➳ Kenshin | 櫻田健真

Nose.

Not one day passes without him kissing your nose. He thinks kissing your nose it’s the cutest thing ever just because of your reaction – it never fails to make you giggle. Sometimes, when you’re cuddling just before sleeping, it would turn into eskimo kisses, noses tenderly brushing each other as you tell him about your day and vice versa.

➳ Kyoungbae | 서경배

Forehead.