"I love your hands," Minho says.

Jisung examines his own hands. "You just randomly love my hands?" he asks.

"Who says randomly? No, I've always loved your hands." Minho pulls Jisung's hands up to his face, holding them to his cheeks. "They're warm."

Jisung squishes Minho's cheeks. "So you love my hands. What else do you love?"

Minho angles himself toward Jisung on the couch, giving him the once-over. His eyes land on Jisung's hair.

"I love your hair." He fluffs Jisung's hair, running his fingers through it. Then he frowns. "I love your forehead, too, though..."

Jisung flips his bangs away from his forehead. "Anything else?" he prompts.

Minho smiles. "Your eyes." He gently plies Jisung's face with his thumbs, pulling his eyes wider. "Your eyes are pretty."

Jisung crosses his eyes, making Minho laugh. "And?" he hints.

"You're pushing it," Minho warns.

"And?"

Minho pauses, pressing his lips into a line. "Your cheeks."

"Everyone likes my cheeks — be original."

Minho sighs dramatically. "Then your Adam's Apple." He bats at Jisung's neck with one finger, making Jisung cough.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop," Jisung harrumphs.

"I love your lips." Minho leans forward and kisses Jisung once. "I love your top lip" — he tugs on Jisung's top lip with his fingers — "and I love your bottom lip." He pulls Jisung's lower lip up until his top lip disappears. "You know what, just assume I love every part of you equally. If you made me say each of them individually we'd be here forever."

"Fine."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to tell me what you love about me?"

Jisung holds Minho's cheeks in his hands, turning Minho's face to the side. He pokes Minho's nose — the periphery of skin around his nostril.

"That birthmark right there," he says. "It's cute." He kisses the tip of Minho's nose.

"So you wanted that kind of originality," Minho sighs. "Sorry. I'll pay attention to your birthmarks more."

"It's okay," Jisung replies, leaning into Minho. "I'm just a better boyfriend than you."

Minho hugs Jisung around his shoulders. "I would argue if I had the moral high ground."

Jisung smiles, kissing Minho's cheek.