Hiiii I love your work, specially when you write about Yoongi! I loved the dating headcannons you did for him and was wondering what you picture aftercare with him to be like, in more details? Thank you so much and amazing work as always ❤️
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Hi lovely! 💜 Your messages always make my day, thank you SO much for your kind words and for trusting me with Yoongi. I adore writing him, and your support and comments always give me a reason to smile.
I’ve poured extra care into this answer, so I really hope it’s everything you wanted and more.
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Also I'm back from my little break, still have one more uni assignment to finish (RIP)... but I'm trying my best to keep up with all your requests
YOONGI AFTERCARE HEADCANONS
GENERAL AFTERCARE
Actions
helps you sit up slowly
arm braced around your waist
“Easy. I’ve got you.”
hands you a pre-warmed towel to drape over yourself
cleans your thighs and stomach with another damp cloth
preheated on a radiator
his touch is clinical but tender
his hands are methodical
avoiding any sensitive areas unless you nod permission
lingering on pressure points (shoulders, lower back)
easing tension
guides you to the bed or couch (if not already there)
never leaves you alone
adjusts the thermostat first
layers blankets over you
gathers used towels and sheets without comment
balling them into a laundry hamper
spritzes the room with your favourite scent to freshen the air
adjusts the sheets around you both
tucking the edge under your chin
his lips brush your forehead, lingering
“Perfect. You’re perfect.”
brings you water in his favorite mug
holds it to your lips if you’re shaky
“Slow sips. I’ve got you.”
brings spiced hot chocolate (his secret recipe)
sips from the same mug first
“Not too sweet. Like you.”
peels a tangerine slowly
each segment on your lips
his eyes never leave your mouth
“Open. Slow.”
dresses you in his oversized hoodie and fleece socks
smelling like his cologne
“Warmer now?”
syncs his breathing to yours
nose buried in your hair
when your breath hitches, he hums low to steady you (snippet of Seesaw)
Touch
sits behind you
legs bracketing yours
massages your scalp
“You’re safe. Always.”
traces idle patterns on your arm to keep you present
pulls you against his chest
skin-to-skin
his heartbeat steady under your ear
his palm rests between your shoulder blades
fingers splayed possessively
“Stay here. Just… stay.”
interlaces his fingers with yours
thumb stroking your knuckles
other hand traces idle shapes on your hip (a heart, his initials, a music note)
claiming without urgency
presses your palm flat over his heart.
“Feel that? Yours. Always yours.”
IF YOU CAN’T WALK:
scoops you up bridal-style
one arm under your knees
the other cradling your back
his biceps flex, steady
“Hold on. Don’t let go.”
carries you to the bathroom
he’s already laid out fresh towels and your go-to skincare on the counter
“Prepped earlier. Knew you’d need it.”
VERBAL CUES
murmurs “Good job” or “You did so well”
voice gravelly but tender
“Need anything? Name it.”
if you’re quiet, he fills the silence:
“Tell me what you need. Anything.”
AFTER ROUGHER MOMENTS
kneads arnica gel into your bruises
fingers firm but careful
“I’m sorry. Too much?”
draws a warm bath with epsom salts
carries you in if needed
lines the tub edge with a folded towel (probably prepared it before)
“For your head. Lean back.”
tests the water temperature
adjusts it until steam rises just enough
“Not too hot. Perfect.”
kneels beside the tub
sleeves rolled up
uses a silky washcloth and unscented soap to clean you
starting at your shoulders
avoids lingering, but his fingers brush your collarbone once
= apology and reverence
“Just float. I’m here.”
washes your hair meticulously
massaging your scalp
“Close your eyes.”
rinses with a cup to keep suds from your face
while you rest in his robe, he strips the bed swiftly
layers fresh sheets (100% cotton, ivory)
arranges pillows in a nest
adds a heated blanket pre-warmed in the dryer
“In case you get cold.”
lifts you back into bed
adjusting the pillows behind your head
tucks the comforter up to your chin
“Rest. I’ll handle the rest.”
kneels at the foot of the bed
massaging your calves with vanilla-scented oil
thumbs dig into knots
voice a rumble:
“Tell me where. I’ll fix it.”
EMOTIONAL DROP/ CARE
cradles your face
forehead pressed to yours
“Look at me. You’re real. This is real.”
whispers “Mianhae” (I’m sorry) against your temple
even tho you consented
guilt flickers in his eyes until you reassure him
FOLLOW UP
sleeps on his side
arm slung over your waist
pulling you into his chest
if you stir, he murmurs: “Shh” and tightens his grip
texts you the next day:
“How’s your body? Honestly.”
if you’re sore, he delivers home-cooked soup to your door
HIS THOUGHTS & FEELINGS
Internal Monologue
replays every moment
critiquing himself
“Did I push too hard? Fuck. Should’ve checked in more.”
“They’re so… trusting. I can’t fail that.”
watches your lashes flutter
memorizing the way moonlight paints your skin
“Do they know? How much they undo me.”
“Should’ve used more lube. Idiot.”
mentally adds it to his shopping list
“Their smile… worth every second.”
Pride/Protectiveness
smiles faintly when he sees his hoodie on you
“Mine. But theirs too.”
files away your aftercare preferences in his Notes app:
