[close enough | s. kangsu]
genre(s): fluff
warnings: just cute and cheesy *gags*. he's so down bad it's disgusting (i need him). fem!reader.
word count: 466
a/n: officially debuting as a base and it's just me furthering my brain rot I've shared earlier w @slytherinshua <33 (you're welcome zanna hehe)
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You sat snugly on your boyfriend's lap, your pout deepening as you tugged the last hair tie free from his hair.
“It’s just… not working,” you grumbled, tossing it onto the pile of defeated hair ties beside you.
Kangsu smiled, unable to help himself.
You didn’t even know how adorable you looked like this, pouting over something like this.
You had begged him earlier with those wide, pleading eyes—“Let me try, I promise I know what I’m doing!”—and he had agreed without a second thought.
And truthfully, there was no universe where he could have said no.
You asked, he gave. That was all there was to it.
Even when you had accidentally yanked a few strands of his hair out, he hadn’t said a word.
How could he, when your nose had scrunched up so sadly?
Honestly, you could pull out every strand of his hair and he’d still let you, if it meant keeping you in his arms like this.
Your fingers combed through his hair again, softer now, and his eyes stayed fixed on your face.
You were close.
Close enough for him to feel your warmth seep through him, close enough to hear the little hums you made under your breath when you concentrated.
Close enough to see that little crease in your brow, that stubborn set of your mouth...
...Did you even realize how much you affected him?
Kangsu’s heart raced, but he masked it easily, tightening his arms around you waist and drawing your even closer.
“Come closer,” he murmured, his calm voice hiding the way his heart pounded in his chest. “it'll be easier that way...”
Your eyes flicked up at him briefly, suspicious. “Mm… or maybe you just want me closer.”
He didn’t even bother to deny it. “That too.”
Your pout faltered, a laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. Kangsu felt something in his chest ease at the sound, warmth spilling through him.
'How is this girl mine?' he thought, staring at you like you were the only thing that mattered. Because, really, you were.
“Maybe you should try something else,” he said gently, brushing his thumb against your hand where it rested at his temple. “I don’t mind being your practice dummy a little longer.”
You huffed. “You’re just saying that because you’re biased.”
“Of course I’m biased,” he replied simply, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’m allowed to be. You’re my girlfriend.”
You smiled at that before huffing again, more determined now. “Fine. But this time, it’s actually going to look good.”
Kangsu only nodded, the corners of his mouth tugging upward.
He wasn’t sure about your hairdressing skills but as long as you stayed on his lap, fingers in his hair, he knew he never wanted this moment to end.
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