“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You slide your hand away from your boyfriend’s and reach up to hook your arms around his neck for a hug.
His arms circle around your waist and your chest touches his for a fleeting moment before you descend back to the ground.
“That’s it? I don’t get a kiss?” Yugyeom pouts, bottom lip pushing out. You know he’s half-joking (emphasis on half) but you can’t help but comply.
“Right, how could I forget?” you joke. He beams, satisfied, and squares his shoulders. You get your on your tip-toes again and lean up to plant a kiss on his lips - well, more like with the intentions of planting a kiss on his lips. Due to the height difference you end up missing his lips and kiss the tip of his chin.
You lightly swat at his upper arm. “Hey, why am I the only one making an effort here? You’re supposed to lean down,” you mutter.
He grips your shoulders and, before you can register his doings, presses his lips to yours. It’s chaste and sweet, heat finding its ways to your cheeks, before the warmth is gone and he pulls away.
“You’re cute,” he grins.
“Shut up,” you mumble. “Why are you so tall?”