Itâs a diadem, something he never really used because even if he thought it was very pretty and delicate and something he could see himself using with some of his clothes, he never has had the habit to use it so he knows that heâd always end up taking it in the first seconds of putting it on. Itâs something delicate and just fits Baekhyun all over. âHold still.â He mumbles and puts it carefully on the younger demigodâs head before taking another long stare to see if now everything is in order. Baekhyun is just adorable so of course that Han can help himself and cups his face with his hands, squeezing Baekhyunâs cheeks. âItâs official.â He declares. âYou, Byun Baekhyun, shall be my precious and squishy little white glace covered cinnamon roll with sparkles.â
Han looking over him had made him almost want to shrink back into the bathroom and never come out again, but at the same time, he enjoyed the attention that the elder was giving him, especially to something that people would normally give him strange looks for. His urge to just throw on his regular clothes and call it a day with the whole dress-up situation, and to just never speak of it again was slowly shrinking, being replaced with happiness and a sense of security. This could possibly be the first friend, and even a maternal-like figure to him here. Under the stare of the other, he shifted a little, feeling that unfamiliar breeze up his legs that reminded him that he was doing something that he never wouldâve done if it werenât for Hanâs persuasion and pushiness.Â
When the other had gotten up and rummaged around his closet for something, Baekhyun caught of glance of himself in the full-length mirror leaning against the wall, a few clothes and such hanging on it. He gingerly picked up the hem of the dress with two fingers, swallowing a hard lump in his throat as he felt the lacy material brush against his thighs. It made him feel lightweight and delicate in a sense, contrary to his normally awkward side around other people. He started to wonder if Han would let him borrow the dress for a bit, just as he felt something being placed on his head.Â
The tiara now placed neatly in his hair came as a surprise. He didnât usually think that something like this would be worn normally and in casual situations because he had always thought that they should be saved for a special time. The fact that Han owned one wasnât as surprising, though. Baekhyun stood up a little straighter, as if the accessory had given him confidence just by being on his head. âA-Ah... Han..!â was all he could muster as Han grabbed his cheeks and squeezed them, cooing over how cute was. âI guess I am your cinnamon roll now..â he admitted, adjusting the tiara a bit more.Â
It was then when he remembered that he had his own collection of things like Hanâs, only a bit more extensive if anything. Although it wasnât simply displayed among his more masculine clothes like the otherâs, it was hidden in his closet, as if it was beckoning him to open up the box they were in and play around with them. It wasnât only clothes, either. Skirts, dresses, and such took up most of the space, but there were even a few wigs (that he occasionally tended to) mixed into the bunch. A few pairs of shoes and makeup took up the rest of the box. Debating whether he should tell the elder about his collection, the ecstatic look on Hanâs face confirmed his decision. There was even a possibility that he would help him.. expand what he had now?Â
âOh, Han.â he started, playing with his fingers and looking down at the ground. âI actually.. have a few things like these of my own.â
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