Boyfriend.

Hyunji had only ever had one boyfriend and they had lasted for about three years in high school, before they'd cut things off. And to be perfectly honest, the Park girl hadn't really liked him that much anyway.

But Jisung was another story.

Jisung made the medical student feel... light, happy. Simply hearing his voice relaxed her mind, and the way he would hold her hand delicately, as though she were a porcelain doll, made her smile. She liked the feeling of her hands running through his blue locks, and she certainly enjoyed the feeling of his lips absent-mindedly brushing the tender flesh of her cheeks.

God, she was whipped.

Her best friend never forgot to tease the girl when she would announce that she was seeing the racer for the night, and although she would roll her eyes at Miso's comments, followed by the sly grins from the boys at the race track, her cheeks would still be painted in a light pink.

Hyunji found herself smiling at the sight of the boy she had fallen for, grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, a large hoodie hugging his frame, his blue hair damp from having taken a shower. He had curled up on the couch, as she passed him some popcorn, nestling in his arms as a movie played upon the screen.

"How was your day?" He asked, taking a strand of her hair and twisting it upon his slender finger.

"Stressful," The youngest Park girl muttered, her shoulders easing up as the Han boy's hands began to massage them. She let out a sight, curling into his side even more. "The end of year exams are approaching, theory and practical, and I need to be prepared. I can't fail these,"

"You're going to do great on them, Hyun," Jisung's lips lightly brushed her shoulder, causing Hyunji to look up at him. "You're gonna be the best doctor I know,"

"And how many doctor's d'you know, huh?"

"None,"

"So how can you say that?"

"I mean it's true, isn't it? You will be the best doctor I know,"

Hyunji chuckled, her hands reaching up for his blue hair, both of them forgetting the movie that continued to play in the background.

"I never wanted to be a doctor," She admitted, her eyes avoiding that of Jisung's, his eyebrows raised at the new revelation. "I only did it to please my parents,"

Jisung stared at his girlfriend for a minute, his arms snaking around her waist and pulling her closer to his chest, so that she was on his lap. His hands gently ran through her hair. "Then what was your dream? What did you want to be?"

Hyunji hummed. "A professor? People always said that I was good at explaining things, and I reckoned that being a professor or a teacher of some sort would be a suitable, appropriate career for me,"

"What career would you have gone for if you didn't need to think about what was appropriate, high paying and all that?" Jisung questioned. "A career that you just wanted to try, even if it was only once,"

"An astronaut! Or maybe a pilot! What about an idol?"

Jisung threw his head back in laughter at Hyunji's excited tone, her fingers gripping onto his arms as she continued to ramble on about all her potential careers. "Love, a pilot and an idol are two very different things- "

"And? It would be so cool to be a pilot. Think about it, you're flying a heap of metal in the air, and it doesn't drop to the ground at a gazillion miles per hour. Imagine all of the places you could go, the sights that you'd see..."

"It would be incredible," The Han boy nodded in agreement, pressing a kiss to the girl's nose. "We should go together one day,"

"We should,"

Hyunji's eyes fell to the blue-haired racer's lips, his pink lips that she was sure were soft.

She wanted to know.

Her hand reached forwards, cupping his cheek, her eyes not leaving his lips until they were inches apart, a soft yet longing gaze evident in his own stare.

"Can I?" She whispered. "Please?"

"Anything for you, my love," He murmered.

The second the words left his mouth, Hyunji had clutched the drawstrings of his hoodie, pressing her lips to his, and she felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards at the contact. She had been right, they were soft, softer than marshmellows, or mousse or anything in the entire world. His hands were on her waist, rubbing small circles on the sliver of skin that had been exposed. 

Hyunji pulled back, her cheeks tainted in a light pink, swiping her tongue across her lips, earning a small growl from the Han boy.

"Don't do that,"

"Why not?" She teased.

"Because it makes me want to kiss you again,"

"Nobody's stopping you,"

This time, it was Jisung's turn to roll his eyes but instead of retorting back an answer, he responded with another kiss, this time a little more gentle, delicate.

Their forms fit together perfectly.

As though they had been made for each other.