Skincare Courtesy of Seo Changbin —
paring: IDOL!Changbin x AFAB!reader!GF
synopsis: you’re too sleepy to take your makeup off so your boyfriend does it for you <3
cw: FLUFF, the cutest boy everrrrr taking care of you, mentions of skincare steps, pet names, kisses.
a/n: as i said in a previous post Binnie is wrecking me so hard i kid you NOT, i literally spent 3 hours yesterday watching interviews with him and all of his solo music. I’m so down bad and he’s also a member I haven’t wrote about so I thought why not? as I literally type this out with a Piggy Face mask on… (i’m so normal about everything in my life right?) so enjoy our cute guy head over heels for you! >~<💖🐷🐽🐰
The door clicks quietly as he toes his shoes off by the entrance, a soft call of your name falling from his lips when he catches sight of you sleeping soundly on the couch. The corner of his mouth quirks upward as he sets his keys on the table and pads over to you.
You’d both had separate schedules tonight. You, an end of the year work party. Him, another end of the year awards show. He’d showered quickly at the venue after performing, coming home with a small hope that you’d still be awake.
Seeing the gentle rise and fall of your chest stirs something warm in him. He smiles, brushing loose curls from your face, a quiet breath leaving him when he realizes you’re still all dolled up from the party.
“Princess…” he sighs fondly. “You can’t sleep with your makeup on, baby. It’s bad for your skin.” He murmurs mostly to himself as he carefully shifts you so he can see your face better. “And you always regret not taking it off because you break out.”
With a soft sigh, he looks around the quiet room before grabbing a blanket and draping it over you. Then he heads for the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he returns with every bottle and container of skincare you own, a wet towel, a dry one, and your favorite makeup remover. He sets everything down on the coffee table and scratches the back of his head, trying to remember the steps of your nighttime routine.
At least he remembers this much. “Aesh…” he exhales. He’s watched you do this a billion times. He should know which ones are for night and which ones are for morning. Still, he knows which one comes first. The big round jar with the tiny scoop. You use that one to remove your makeup. A flicker of pride warms his chest when he can read all the labels since they’re Korean.
He hums, tilting his head with a quiet let’s do this look. Still fast asleep, you don’t stir as he kneels beside you and gently lays the scoop onto your skin. He sets it back into the container before carefully spreading the formula over your face, slow and deliberate.
Your breath hitches at the touch, stirring slightly as you subconsciously turn toward him. His voice softens instantly. “Shhh, babygirl. Let me take care of you. It’s okay.”
You hum quietly, content and still completely out of it as he finishes removing your makeup. He grabs the wet towel and gently wipes your face clean, then pauses. Green bottle or white bottle first?
He huffs under his breath before choosing the green bottle with the pump. This is the one you used on him that time you insisted on washing his face.
He lathers the cleanser carefully, watching the suds bloom across your freckled skin. A grin spreads across his face when it looks exactly like it did on him, meaning he’s definitely doing it right. His fingers move in slow, rhythmic circles until he’s satisfied, then he uses the unused side of the damp towel to rinse it away. With the dry towel, he softly taps at your cheeks, biting back a smile at how peaceful you look.
A curious hum escapes him as he studies the rest of your bottles. He squints at the instructions, brows knitting together when some say to apply morning and night. Mumbling quietly to himself, he finds a bottle with a dropper and carefully dots some onto your skin before smoothing it in. Next comes the moisturizer, a step he’s very confident about, rubbing it gently over your face as his eyes soften. He finishes by dipping his finger into one of your lip mask oils, brushing it across your lips with care.
“Aye… you’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispers, smiling to himself.
He quietly returns everything back to the bathroom, then slides his strong arms beneath you and carries you to the bedroom. After laying you down, he grabs one of his hoodies and a pair of boxers, gently re-dressing you. When you stir, he slows instantly, but when your breathing evens out again, he just shakes his head with adoration.
Curling in beside you, he pulls you close, already half asleep with the quiet satisfaction of taking care of you.
You wake slowly, tangled in warmth. Heavy arms looped securely around your waist, your face pressed into familiar cotton and him. It takes a second to place where you are, but the steady rise of his chest and the quiet little snore near your ear gives him away instantly.
Your skin feels… different. Clean. Light. You blink, lifting a hand to press your fingertips against your cheek. No stickiness. No leftover glitter. No mascara threatening your under-eyes.
Comfortably dressed too. His hoodie hangs loose on your frame, sleeves swallowing your hands, boxers sitting soft against your hips.
You smile sleepily to yourself and tilt your head up just enough to press a kiss into the curve of his jaw. Then another on his cheek. Then one dangerously close to the corner of his lips.
“Binnie…” you mumble, voice thick with sleep. “Did you take my makeup off last night?”
His grip tightens instantly, like muscle memory. A low hum rumbles from his chest before his eyes crack open, still heavy with sleep. He looks down at you, a little smug, a little fond.
“Mm. You were knocked out,” he murmurs. “Couldn’t let you wake up with crusty skin, could I?”
You laugh quietly, burying your face back into him as you pepper another soft kiss along his cheek, you move to lay ontop of him comfortably.
“Did you do my skincare too?”
He exhales a pleased little huff, thumb brushing lazy circles into your hips. “Maybe.” Then quieter, softer. “Wanted you to wake up feeling good.”
Your heart melts a little right there. You press one more sleepy kiss to his lips, lingering this time, before settling back into his arms like you were always meant to be there.
“Aww bub…thank you,” you whisper.
His smile presses against your hair as he mumbles, “of course baby. I always want you to feel good.”
You smile against his chest before you both fall back to sleep together.
hiii hope you all had a happy holidays! i’m genuinely in love with binnie right now so this lil drabble came quickly to my mind in the middle of writers block :)
I think writing some drabbles help me get my creative writing flow back into high gear so if you angels have any suggestions… please don’t hesitate to ask!
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