kim mingyu the kind of bf to bring you to a remote island in greece on his father's little motor boat. music crackles from the vintage radio (an antique; his grandfather's).
he lays on the deck, humming along to the vaguely familiar tune that he can't remember the lyrics to.
"why are you looking at me like that?" he'd peer over his dark sunglasses to look at you.
"i'm not," you lie, ignoring the way your skin prickles under his stare. he looks heavenly, limbs stretched and sun-kissed skin on display. "you're full of yourself, you know that?"
"i know that," he scoffs. "but i also know that you were totally checking me out. like what you see?"
you can't tell if you wanna slap the confident smirk off his face or kiss it. maybe both.
"you need to go to the doctor. you're out of your mind." you avert your attention to fiddle with old radio.
out of the corner of your eye, you see mingyu begin to walk over to you. before you know it, mingyu's chest is pressed against your back and his arms wrap around your waist.
"you really know how to break a man's heart don't you?" his hot breath fans over your cheek. you shiver.
"why, i've never!" you reply innocently. a deep chuckle rumbles from mingyu's chest.
he presses a wet kiss to your cheek. "mingyu! that's so gross!"
he laughs heartily, holding you tighter. "you love it."
"i'll break up with it after this trip, i swear!" you warn, sending him a glare.
mingyu's eyes widen comically, his grip on you slackening. "no, i take it back!"