Coffee on his Lips

It's a pleasant, warm day in the middle of spring. You are sitting at the little table in the corner of your favorite coffee shop, staring at your cup of hot chocolate as the steam rises slowly up to disappear in the beaming sunlight. Your boyfriend is late, as usual, but you aren't mad about it. You know that he's always busy and tired, and you're just grateful that he saved some time for you today.

You breathe in the scent of coffee mixed with the sweet smell of chocolate and cinnamon, and close your eyes to relax a little. What you like about this place is it's cozy, almost dreamy atmosphere. It's small, homely furnished, the lights are dim but warm, and the soft music playing on the radio tends to lull you to sleep...

The next time you open your eyes, you feel someone looking at you from across the table. You yawn and stretch, and turn lazily around to see who it is. It's your boyfriend, of course, and the sight of his face makes you smile sheepishly. But then you notice that something is different about him.

'Minhyuk, what happened to your hair?' you ask him in surprise.

Minhyuk reaches with his hand to ruffle it up a little, never taking his eyes off of you.

'I've just been to the salon. You like it?'

His hair is completely white, and though it seems quite unhealthy to bleach it that way, you have to admit that he looks gorgeous. It's so white that it adds more color to his pure, almost shiny skin, and makes his pink lips stand out slightly. It also contrasts very prettily with the black of his eyes, which are still fixed on you. You blush, realizing how long you two have been staring at each other, and nod your head in answer to his question.

'What made you choose this color?' you wonder aloud. You grab the hot chocolate to make the situation less awkward, only to find out it's not at all hot anymore. You also notice a tall glass cup in Minhyuk's hand: his favorite caramel macchiato. It seems he had enough time to order while you were dozing in the sun.

Minhyuk keeps scrutinizing you, which makes you a little uncomfortable. "Is there something wrong?" you ask yourself. You have half a mind to get up and go to the bathroom to clean up any mess there could be, when your boyfriend finally replies:

'I don't know. It was one of the stylist's suggestions. We all dyed our hair for the comeback, you know? Are you excited?' he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you snicker.

'I am!' you tell him. 'But I would've been even more excited if you didn't spoil the title track for me all the time. Next time I'll hear you humming to yourself while you cook dinner, I'm telling Hyunwoo!'

Minhyuk chokes on his coffee but regains confidence soon enough.

'You shouldn't have been listening in!' he complains, folding his arms on his chest and doing the cutest pout he could master.

You can't help but uwu, but as you reach out to pinch his cheek, he grabs your hand in both of his.

'Mission accomplished!' he exclaims playfully. Like a little kitten, he rubs his face on your hand and purrs. You laugh so loud it makes the waitress turn your way and smile at the sight before her. Laughing is also extremely pleasant.

'Stop it, Minhyuk, you'll make me tear up!'

'Just keep laughing!' he insists. 'Your laugh is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard!'

You blush a deep red and gently pull your hand away.

'No, your singing is more beautiful!' you say. You pick up your cup again and take a few sips of the chocolate, which still tastes as ethereal. 'By the way, why have you been staring at me this whole time?'

'Staring?' Minhyuk frowns. 'I haven't been staring. I have been admiring your beauty.'

'Minhyuk!' you pout, covering your face with both hands. 'Stop it, you're making me blush!'

'But that is adorable!' he objects. Once again, he reaches for your hands. Without your cover, you're all of a sudden too shy to look at him, so you stare at the floor and the sneakers you just bought yesterday. There is a moment of silence, but then, as if in slow motion, you feel Minhyuk's strong arms pull you closer, and feel him plant a tender kiss on your cheek. He smells of caramel macchiato and your favorite perfume.

'There, I think you're even prettier this way,' your boyfriend whispers. 'And now drink up and let's go get some ice cream.'