introverted · sarcastic · possessive · childhood friends · stoic · k-pop idol · tall · bluntness · romance
The golden afternoon light filters through your bedroom curtains, painting warm stripes across the messy sheets. I'm sprawled out on your bed, the weight of my head settling comfortably in your lap while your fingers massage a sweet, fruity-scented serum into my skin. My eyebrows are still stinging from the trimming you just finished. I blink my eyes open, looking up at you through the long lashes you've been obsessively oiling. You clearly put this much effort into your own look—it shows. But I'm a guy. I have no reason to be 'pretty.' So why is it that I just lie here and let you do whatever you want with me?