skincare
weak hero boys x fem! reader (headcanons + small scenario) ☆
summary: weak hero boys with fem! reader who decides to do their skincare
featuring: yeon sieun, ahn suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, seo juntae, geum seongje, na baekjin
warnings: intended lowercase, usage of y/n, slightly explicit if you squint
author’s note: lately i’m trying to get more into skincare and k-beauty (ordered bunch of products this month lol i’m so broke now ㅜㅜ) and it inspired me to write something like this! hope you’re going to enjoy yourself reading this ♡ likes, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
yeon sieun ໒꒱
• he’d pretend like he doesn’t care, sitting stiffly while you dab toner on his face
• “is this really necessary?...” he’d mumble, trying to sound annoyed, but the way his eyes flutter shut when your hands brush his cheeks completely gives him away
• secretly, he loves the quiet intimacy of it — the calm, the warmth, the fact that it’s you
• when you slide your pink headband onto him to keep his hair back, he’d murmur a soft “don’t.” but he wouldn’t take it off either
• once you finish, he’d look at you with that soft, unreadable gaze of his and quietly ask “do i… look better?”
“you look moisturized!” you’d giggle, squishing his cheeks as he tries not to blush
• whenever you call him cute, his ears turn pink immediately and he mutters “stop…” while very much hoping you won’t
• eventually he’d begin requesting face masks before studying, claiming they “help him focus more” — when really, he just wants an excuse to feel your gentle hands on his skin again
sieun sat at his desk, hunched over a stack of notes, pencil tapping rhythmically as he studied. the room was dim except for the small lamp beside him — the only real light came from your side, where you sat cross-legged on his bed with your little bag of skincare opened beside you.
you were humming softly, patting toner into your cheeks, completely focused on your reflection in the tiny mirror that you’d propped up against his pillow.
after a minute of listening to the gentle tap tap tap of your fingers on your skin, sieun finally turned, his expression calm and unreadable.
“what are you doing?” he asked, voice low and even.
you didn’t look at him, still massaging serum into your face. “my skincare,” you answered lightly “it’s my routine before bed.” you dabbed some cream onto your nose, leaning closer to the mirror. “you should start too, you know. your lips are unbelievably dry. a simple vaseline would help…” you mumbled, half-focused on trying to blend everything perfectly.
sieun rolled his eyes and glanced back at his textbook — but then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror you were holding. the way the light hit his mouth made it obvious.
my lips really are dry…
he stared at them a beat too long.
then, without turning fully toward you, he murmured “can you help then?”
you froze mid-pat, finally shifting your gaze from your reflection to him. “help… with your lips?” you asked, blinking.
sieun kept his eyes on the page in front of him, trying for indifference, but his ears were already burning pink. “you said it would… fix it.” he cleared his throat. “so. do it.”
your surprise melted instantly into excitement, your whole face lighting up. “really?” you grinned, already scrambling off the bed to grab the vaseline.
sieun finally looked up at you, still acting uninterested, but sitting a little straighter, lips slightly parted like he was trying not to look nervous.
“don’t make a big deal out of it” he muttered.
you just laughed softly, dipping your finger into the balm as you moved closer to him. “i won’t,” you whispered “tilt your head up.”
and he did. without complaint. without hesitation.
eyes closing the moment your thumb brushed the soft skin of his bottom lip — his entire posture melting a fraction, the stiff lines of tension slipping away as he let you take care of him.
and for the first time that night, he didn’t pretend not to enjoy it.
ahn suho ໒꒱
• he’s way too excited, like he’s been waiting his whole life for you to offer to do his skincare
• he sits down in front of you with that bright, eager smile “okay! i’m ready! use the fancy stuff— don’t hold back!”
• when the cold toner touches his face, he jerks back dramatically “AAH— it’s freezing?? how do you survive this every night??”
• absolutely adores sheet masks — picks the cutest patterned ones (he picked the one with a tiger pattern for himself to “look cool”) and immediately takes photos of both of you
• when you massage his cheeks, he melts instantly — he closes his eyes, leaning into your hands “mmh… you’re really good at this… never stop.”
• tries to return the favor but he’s a menace TT manages to poke your eye, wipe half of the moisturizer on your nose, and drop half the serum “wait— wait— don’t move! i’m a professional!” (he is definitely not a professional.)
• every step of the routine he’s asking a hundred questions
“what does this do?”
“is this the one that makes me glow?”
“will i look like an idol after this?”
and you’d just giggle “sure, suho.”
• keeps checking himself in your camera, tilting his face like he’s on a photoshoot “am i glowing yet?? tell me the truth.”
• once you finish, he follows you everywhere, grabbing your hand so you can feel his cheek “touch it! no— seriously. feel how soft i am now. i’m like a baby seal.”
• and you KNOW he’s going to text sieun about this afterwards lol “sieun-ah! i have a glowing skin now. don’t be jealous.” (sieun, in fact, doesn’t care)
suho sprawled comfortably on your bed, kicking his feet like he owns the place, when his eyes drift up to the posters on your walls — glittery k-pop idol boys staring down, looking absolutely flawless.
he squints.
“hey,” he calls out, voice full of fake offense “you don’t like them more than me, right?”
you laugh, flopping beside him.
“of course not. you’re my favorite boy ever.”
his ears turn pink instantly “oh.” he tries to hide his smile by looking back at the posters, but it really doesn’t work.
he leans closer to one of them, analyzing every inch of their faces with dramatic seriousness.
“but damn… how are they doing that?” he whispers, awestruck “their skin—it’s like they don’t have pores at all. that’s… illegal.”
you shrug casually “well, in order to achieve that you need to do your skincare, suho. wanna try? i have like a bunch of stuff.”
his head snaps towards you so fast you hear the mattress bounce.
his eyes are shining.
“does that mean you’re going to be touching my face the whole night?”
you flick his forehead “you’re stupid. but yeah, basically.”
he sits up straight and throws a triumphant fist in the air like he just won a national championship.
“YES!!”
and so, you set everything up—toner, serums, sheet masks—and suho sits in front of you all obedient and excited, legs crossed, hands on his knees like he’s attending the world’s most important appointment.
“okay,” you say, opening the toner “hold still.”
the second the cold cotton pad hits his cheek he dramatically squeals.
“it’s FREEZING, babe. maybe a warning next time???”
you’re giggling too hard to reply.
he tries to recover his pride by straightening up “i’m fine. i’m tough. continue.”
later, when you’re smoothing moisturizer onto his face, he watches you with soft eyes, quiet for once.
“hey,” he murmurs, cheeks glowing even before the skincare kicks in “if i look even half as good as those poster guys… i’m putting this routine on my résumé.”
you laugh, tapping his nose.
“you already look better than them.”
his blush spreads all the way to his neck.
after you finish, he keeps touching his own cheeks in disbelief.
“babe. babe. feel this. i’m… squishy.”
“that’s called being moisturized, suho.”
“no. it’s called perfection.”
he curls into your side under the blankets with a satisfied hum.
“from now on we’re doing this every time i’m sleeping over” he announces.
and honestly? with how happy he looks… you’re not saying no.
oh beomseok ໒꒱
• when you first suggested doing his skincare, his whole body tensed — not because he didn’t trust you, but because the thought of you seeing every pore, every blemish, every tiny insecurity up close made his stomach twist
• what if she’s gonna think i’m gross? what if she realizes i’m not good enough?
• so he declined quietly, muttering something about being tired
• you tried to play it off, but he caught the tiny flicker of disappointment in your eyes — and it hit him like a punch to the chest
• he spent the rest of the night mentally tearing himself apart for letting his insecurities ruin a moment that could’ve made you happy
• a few days later, when you came over to sleep at his place again, he greeted you at the door holding an enormous gift bag, blush creeping up his neck
• inside? a massive collection of high-end skincare: sheet masks, soothing gels, glass-skin serums, under-eye patches, moisturizers so expensive they should require ID to buy
• the way your eyes sparkled as you picked through the products made something warm bloom in his chest
• he watched you like you were opening presents on christmas morning — and for once, he felt proud that he made you this happy
• gently, almost timidly, he sat beside you and whispered “do you… think any of this could make my skin better…?”
• you froze, jaw dropping, still examining the products “are you kidding?! this stuff could make anyone glow — it’s insanely high quality! wait… wait— beomseok— are you saying you want me to do your skincare tonight?” you looked at him with literal stars in your eyes
• he let out this soft, breathy laugh, cheeks turning pink as he avoided your gaze “i… i’d like that. yeah.”
• when you started, he was stiff as a board — shoulders locked, eyes wide, holding his breath every time your fingers brushed his skin — nervous, shy, terrified of being seen so closely
• but the longer your hands worked on him, so gentle, careful, and loving, the more his muscles loosened
you were overjoyed when beomseok finally agreed to let you do his skincare.
the moment he sat down on the edge of his bed, you practically skipped over, grabbing your little pink headband and gently sliding it into his fluffy hair to keep it out of his face.
“cute” you whispered without thinking.
his ears turned red instantly.
you took your time choosing each product — toner, serum, moisturizer — everything you knew his skin needed.
but the second your fingers touched his cheeks, his whole body went rigid, like he was holding his breath through the entire process.
you paused, worry settling in “beomseok… if you don’t like this, i can stop, you know?”
his eyes widened in panic, hands shooting up defensively “no! no, it’s not— it’s not that!”
he swallowed hard, voice dropping to a whisper “i just… if you see me this close, you might realize i’m not really… the most handsome guy you could’ve chosen, you know?…”
and that was all it took for you to swing one leg over and straddle his lap, your sudden closeness making him freeze, then turn bright red from the tips of his ears to his collarbones.
his breath hitched.
“w-wait—”
you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
“beomseok,” you murmured, smiling gently “to me, you’re the prettiest guy ever. i promise.”
your hands cupped his cheeks as you continued “skincare is supposed to relax you, okay? and if anything…” your grin turned playful, eyes sparkling “i’m happy i get to touch you more.”
he let out a shaky breath, arms wrapping around your waist as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, completely overwhelmed.
“you’re gonna make me lose my mind like this…”
his voice was muffled against your skin, but you could hear the relieved smile in it — soft, real, and full of affection he usually kept buried.
and just like that, he finally relaxed beneath your touch.
park humin (baku) ໒꒱
• he’s so excited it’s borderline dangerous “WE’RE HAVING A SPA DAY? LET’S GOOOOO!!”
• completely loses his mind over how good everything smells “WHY DOES THIS ONE SMELL LIKE FRUIT SALAD—you sure it’s not edible? the packaging is in cute colors too! looks like candy.”
• puts on a sheet mask and snaps multiple selfies, sending one to hyuntak
hyuntak: you look ridiculous
baku: YOU HAVE NO TASTE!
he’s genuinely offended for the rest of the night
• hypes you up nonstop while you do his skincare
“your hands are MAGICAL—are you secretly a licensed esthetician?”
“you should start a business; i’ll be your model, your mascot, everything!”
• tries to return the favor by rubbing moisturizer on your cheeks, huge smile plastered on his face, though he’s mostly just squishing your cheeks in his huge hands without any real technique
“baku—it hurts…” you mumble
“BUT YOU’RE SOOOOO CUUUUTE” he replies, squishing your cheeks gently like a plush toy
• takes the praising part way too seriously
“babe you’re glowing”
“babe you’re radiant”
“babe i’m blinded… actually wait—yeah, still blinded”
• by the end, he’s sprawled on the floor with his sheet mask slipping off mumbling “that was literally the best day of my life…”
you were sitting on baku’s lap, carefully tending to the small injuries he’d gotten from some fight earlier, when some union punks tried to pick on juntae and sieun and baku of course stepped in, in order to protect them. his lip was slightly split, faint bruises along his cheekbone making you frown as you examined him.
he didn’t mind the attention though. in fact, he was grinning, hands resting gently on your sides as if he couldn’t believe you were this close to him.
“your skin is… kind of dry,” you murmured casually, tilting your head as you grabbed a small tube of moisturizer “while i’m at it… don’t you want me to do your skincare too maybe?”
baku’s eyes lit up instantly, as he nodded eagerly.
you tried to open the tube, twisting and pulling, but it wouldn’t budge. you let out an exasperated sigh. “ugh… why won’t this open?”
“ohhh, let me help!” baku said, reaching over, all smug confidence “that’s why you’re dating an athletic guy, dear.”
he twisted the cap, pressing a little too hard. suddenly, a blob of cream shot out, landing on both your hands — and a little splattered onto his chin and your lap.
“HUMIN! this is expensive!” you exclaimed, lunging to grab the tube from him.
he caught your hands in his, holding them gently but firmly, and leaned forward, pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips.
“c’mon… don’t be mad” he said with a cheeky grin.
you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head, instantly forgiving him. “fine, but you’re helping me clean this up too.”
he chuckled, tilting his head so you could carefully smooth the cream over his cheeks. the entire time, he stayed relaxed under your gentle hands, eyes soft, grin still plastered across his face.
“i’m really lucky, huh?” he whispered quietly, almost shy.
you hummed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead “yeah… you are. now stay still, mister.”
he laughed, wrapping his arms around you tighter, letting himself completely melt under your touch. and just like that, the evening turned into soft laughter, gentle teasing, and quiet intimacy — just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.
go hyuntak (gotak) ໒꒱
• acts annoyed immediately when you suggest skincare
“i’m not putting that crap on my face.”
“pleaseee?”
“no, i’m an athlete! i’m supposed to have rough skin!”
• literally ten minutes later, sighs and sits down reluctantly “fine. but only because you asked.”
• pretends to hate everything you do while applying products, but completely melts every time your hands touch his jaw or cheeks
• complains mid-application “don’t press so hard—wait, actually… keep doing that, it feels… nice.”
• afterward, tries to act tough but can’t hide his satisfaction “…my face feels kinda fresh, i guess. don’t get cocky.”
• secretly enjoys the quiet intimacy of the moment, even if he grumbles the whole time
you were curled up on gotak’s bed, waiting for him to come back from basketball practice. the window was cracked open, letting in the cool evening air, and you were half-asleep when you heard heavy footsteps in the hall.
the door swung open.
gotak stood there, sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, shirt clinging to him. he gave you a huge grin the moment he spotted you.
“hey” he said, already leaning in for a kiss.
you immediately pressed your hands to his chest.
“no. not before you shower, mr. stinky.”
he froze, offended but amused.
“stinky? seriously? i just carried the whole team—”
“and the whole team’s smell is still on you” you shot back.
he let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes but smiling anyway.
“fine. i’ll go. don’t run away while i’m gone.”
the bathroom door closed, and you could hear him humming off-key under the water.
while he was showering, you quietly arranged your skincare products on his nightstand — creams, toners, essences, everything lined up perfectly. you even added your cute little headband for dramatic effect.
gotak stepped back into the room a few minutes later, towel around his neck, hair damp and fluffy.
he stopped dead in his tracks.
his eyes flicked from the nightstand… to you… to the products… back to you.
“no,” he said immediately “no way. not a chance.”
you looked up at him sweetly.
“but you’re so fresh and clean right now… the timing is literally perfect!”
he pressed his lips together, trying so hard not to look affected.
but then you tilted your head slightly, eyelashes fluttering just once — and that was it.
“ugh,” he muttered, running a hand down his face “why do you have to be cute.”
he dropped onto the bed beside you like a defeated warrior.
“fine. do whatever. but i’m not promising anything.”
you tried to hide your smile as you reached for the toner. he sat stiffly at first, but the moment your fingers brushed along his jaw, his posture instantly softened. his eyes half-closed, shoulders loosening.
“you’re taking this surprisingly well” you teased lightly.
“oh shut up” he mumbled, though it came out way too soft to be convincing.
you worked the moisturizer next, hands gentle and slow. his breath hitched just slightly when your thumb moved up to his cheekbone, and you pretended not to notice how he subtly leaned closer.
when you finished, he blinked at you, expression unreadable — but warm.
“…okay,” he muttered “maybe it wasn’t the worst thing ever.”
you smirked.
“so you admit you liked it.”
“don’t push it” he said, ears turning red. then he leaned in, brushing his forehead against your. “can i kiss you now? i showered, didn’t i?”
you smiled “yeah. you did.”
and this time, you let him press his lips against yours.
seo juntae ໒꒱
• so excited but soooo shy about it
• “i’ve… never done this before… is it really okay?”
• sits nervously with his knees together while you lather foam cleanser on him
• gets flustered each time your fingers touch his face
• when you apply moisturizer, he’ll whisper “your hands are… really gentle.”
• absolutely loves couple sheet masks
• “you look like a cute slime monster.”
• wants to try your lip balm and accidentally puts way too much “i look silly now don’t i haha?…”
• later buys skincare sets for both of you because he thinks it’s “your ritual together” from now on
you and juntae were sprawled out on your bed, watching one of his comfort animes. on-screen, the couple was sitting together in matching sheet masks, laughing and leaning into each other.
juntae blinked at it, cheeks tinting pink almost immediately.
“that’s… actually kinda cute” he whispered, pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands “the skincare thing. it looks… intimate.”
you turned to him, smiling “yeah? you think so?”
he nodded slowly, eyes still glued to the screen “it’s like… something anime couples do before they confess.”
you nudged him lightly “well… we can do it right now if you want to.”
his head snapped towards you so fast you almost laughed.
“r-right now?? i mean— uh— if you want to. i’m fine with it. totally fine.” he said, as his voice cracked a little.
you grabbed a couple of sheet masks from your drawer, and by the time you turned back to him, he was already sitting up straight, hands in his lap, posture stiff like he was about to take an exam.
“you can relax, you know” you giggled.
“i am relaxed” he said, shoulders up to his ears.
you cupped his jaw gently as you wiped his face with a warm towel. instantly, he shut his eyes and held perfectly still — so obedient it was adorable.
“you don’t have to close your eyes yet.”
“o-oh. sorry.”
he peeked at you shyly… then closed them again anyway.
you laid the mask over his face, smoothing it carefully. every soft drag of your fingertips made him tense, then slowly melt, his lashes fluttering just a little.
after a few minutes, you peeled it off and tapped the essence into his cheeks. juntae kept his eyes closed the whole time, patient and trusting, like he didn’t want the moment to end.
“one last thing” you whispered.
he hummed, still calm, still waiting.
you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
his eyes flew open — wide, startled, and very, very pink.
“h-huh—??”
he looked like his soul left his body for a second.
you grinned at him “that step wasn’t in the anime, but i added it.”
he covered half his face with his sleeve, hiding a huge smile.
“if… if we do skincare again… can that step be… um… mandatory?”
“yeah,” you whispered, brushing his hair back “every single time.”
he looked down shyly, but you could hear the tiny, happy laugh he tried to hide.
geum seongje ໒꒱
• “oh? you dare to touch my face now? that’s bold.” he’d scoff, acting like you just challenged him to a duel
• pretends it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world — he’ll gladly throw punches in a fight, but sitting still for five minutes while you pamper him? suddenly impossible
• you always make him wear your pink headband because his hair ALWAYS gets in the way, but the second you let out even the tiniest giggle at how cute your tough boyfriend suddenly looks, he’ll rip it off with an annoyed huff
• always insists on a condition: if you’re doing his skincare, he gets to hold you in his lap
• will absolutely pull you closer mid-routine, making you straddle him completely because “you’re too far, i can’t see you properly.”
• keeps smirking at you the whole time, just to fluster you on purpose and make you mess up
• watches you with half-lidded eyes, gaze thick and hungry, like he’s more interested in you than the skincare (spoiler: it’s because he is)
• if you tell him to hold still, he’ll deliberately move a little just to annoy you and hear you scold him “you really trust me to sit still while you do this?” he’ll tease, voice dropping almost to a purr
• after you finish, he’ll kiss your palm and say “good job, pretty girl.”
you were sitting cross-legged on seongje’s bed, while he was passionately playing some videogame on his PC and eating some instant ramen at the same time. the room smelled like broth and cigarette smoke — his usual combo. after a moment of watching him play, you huffed under your breath.
“no wonder your skin acts up when you eat this trash all the time… and with your smoking habits on top of it.”
you didn’t even mean it as an insult — just an observation. but the game suddenly paused. seongje turned in his chair, eyes narrowed in that sharp, unreadable way of his.
“yeah? and what can you do about it, huh?” he leaned back, arms crossed “am i not handsome enough for you like this or what?” his laugh was low, humorless.
you rolled your eyes so hard at his words it could’ve been audible “all i’m saying is, you could take care of your skin at least, considering all the unhealthy stuff you do. you know i always have products on me.”
he scoffed, shaking his head “i beat up people for money, babe. you think a guy like me is gonna sit around doing skincare?” he laughed again — but this time, the irony wasn’t lost on either of you.
because ten minutes later, he was sitting on his bed with the most annoyed expression known to mankind. your pink headband kept his hair pushed out of his face, glasses tossed carelessly on the nightstand. you sat in front of him, squeezing lotion into your hand with complete focus.
“hold still” you muttered.
he didn’t listen, obviously. but he didn’t pull away either.
as your fingers gently spread the moisturizer over his skin, he visibly relaxed, the tension melting from his shoulders. he hated how much power you had over him. or maybe he loved it — judging from the way he stared at you.
then, suddenly, he tilted your chin up with one finger, leaning close enough that you could feel his breath.
“you’re cute when you concentrate” he murmured, voice low and smug.
your hands immediately trembled. he smirked, delighted.
and before you could recover, his hands slid to your hips, pulling you closer between his knees. “you know what,” he said with a soft chuckle “now i get the appeal of this whole skincare thing.”
you yelped when he started to place light kisses along your neck, your grip on the lotion bottle tightening “seongje— you’re so stupid! i’m not even halfway done, let me finish!”
he rolled his eyes, pulling back with a slow smirk. “yeah, yeah. you’re lucky i’m in a good mood.”
you managed to finish — though barely — with your heart pounding like crazy thanks to him.
the next day, when you two were hanging out at the bowling alley together, a couple of the union guys eyed him curiously.
“hey, seongje, why do you look… kinda glowy today?”
he just shrugged lazily, hands in his pockets.
“yeah, my girl likes touching my face too much.”
you nearly collapsed on the spot.
and he knew it — because he sent you a sideways smirk, eyes glittering with absolute victory.
that man was going to be the death of you someday.
na baekjin ໒꒱
• he’s initially hesitant, more out of pride than dislike — acts like he doesn’t need pampering, but secretly enjoys it
• will analyze every product you use, asking pointed questions about its ingredients or effects, showing his meticulous side
• enjoys quiet, intimate moments of touch, but rarely verbalizes his appreciation
• shows subtle signs of relaxation — slower breathing, softer posture…
• will occasionally peek at the mirror mid-routine, giving small nods of approval at the results
• enjoys your gentle touches around his jawline and forehead the most, though he’d act indifferent
• doesn’t usually like to be fussed over for too long, so shorter, efficient skin care routines are ideal for him
• appreciates your effort and care behind the routine more than the act itself — the closeness between you two matters to him the most at the end of the day
you had just finished tidying up a few things in your room when you heard the familiar shuffle of papers and a faint sigh. baekjin was already there, sprawled across your table with his hair messy, gel long gone, and a stack of union documents spread out before him. he looked focused, but tense — the kind of tense that always made your chest ache.
“baekjin, dear… rest up a bit, hm?” you murmured, sliding behind him to wrap your arms lightly around his shoulders. your chin brushed against the back of his head. he gave a small sigh, the tension in his shoulders visible, and for a moment, guilt flickered across his face. he knew he’d been neglecting you, even unintentionally.
“i… i can’t just sit” he muttered, flipping another page, but you were already guiding him gently towards your bed.
“yes, you can,” you said softly “trust me. i know exactly what’s going to help you relax.”
he let his sharp, catlike eyes follow you carefully, narrowing slightly in curiosity. when you settled in front of him with your skincare bag open, ready to pamper him, he reached out before your hands could touch his face. he examined the creams, lotions, and serums in your hands with a careful, almost clinical interest.
“…okay” he muttered quietly after a long exhale, letting you proceed.
your fingers brushed against his cheeks first, and you saw the stiffness in his shoulders begin to melt almost immediately. his eyes softened as you worked, the corners of his mouth tugging just slightly upward. he didn’t say anything, not yet, but the way he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
for the first time in weeks, maybe even months, he let himself just be. you adjusted a strand of hair from his forehead, applied moisturizer in careful strokes, and slowly, gently, he felt the weight of his responsibilities lift, replaced by the quiet warmth of being cared for.
and though he would never admit it out loud, under your touch, baekjin was entirely, utterly at peace.
fin.
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