(ty so much for the 200 million stars ! <3 )
“mwohaseyo?,” he asks hoarsely, with his eyes closed, seemed to be sleeping, or would be, if you continued massaging his face with one of those facial rollers.
“just relax...”, you said, massaging his temple, which was firmly furrowed (no sure if was by the force you using or by his nature), but either way, there was sign of comfort and relaxation; then he placed his both hands on his chest, intertwined them and closed his eyes again. You thought that was cute.
“just don't... ruin my face.”
you continued, tracing his cheekbones, chin, cheeks, and temples on both sides, which he really liked and asked you to do it again. He sighed, “ah, it seems I'm de-stressing.”
you chuckled, “see? I'm good at this”. You two sat in a comfortable silence. Then you announced that you were going to apply some moisturizing gel to him, and he simply made a noise of agreement.
“a, it's cold!” he shivers, you giggled, he gave you a side eye, “sorry! I didn't know”.
so you applied all the gel to his face like it was one of those ASMR spa videos you see on YouTube. “want me to make some sounds? Like thump, thump, thump, thump?” He didn't even answer you.
“your face looks like a very smooth and soft peach, you know?”
“hm”, he purred this time. and now he seemed more vulnerable than ever, his soft cheeks flushed like rice balls. You suppressed the urge to bite them.
minutes later, you placed the mask on his face, fitting it perfectly. When you went to check on him, he was already snoring softly. You smiled, and then moved a little, since it was over, but he grumbled again, “no... continue... taking care of me.”
“hm? where do you want me to do it?”
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