Mingyu was in a rather sunny disposition today having the day off practice. He asked that you two stay home the whole day and relax. However, his definition of relaxation was different from yours. You were sitting on the carpeted floor, holding a wall mirror with both hands. Your arms were starting to feel sore from holding it up too long. You looked at the mirror in front of you to find the boy you love the most, diligently braiding your long, dark brown hair. You observed him. He was much taller than you even when sitting down. You were in between his legs, yet your head was still barely leveled with his chin. Your train of thought was cut off when you felt your right hand go numb.
"I love your hair," he says before you could ask if he was almost done
"I love yours too," you replied, "barely any guy could pull it off,"
"So you mean you love my hair style," he corrected you without taking his eyes of your fishtail
"And your hair in general. It's so smooth and always so fragrant. Much better than mine, anyway-"
"Finished!" He exclaimed.
He grabbed the oval hand mirror near him and put it behind your head to show you the outcome.
"It's perfect," you told him and finally put down the wall mirror, "You've learned it before I could," you laughed
"Now you don't have to. I can just do it for you everyday," he beamed
"You can't. You live too far," you reminded him causing him to frown
"Well I will do it for you every time we're together. So only I can see how beautiful you are with this kind of hairstyle," he poked your cheeks
"How selfish," you teased hin
"Well, you are mine," he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your right shoulder, "All mine," he kissed you near your collarbone, a weakness of yours
"Mingyu," you blushed
"My baby still gets shy. So cute," he nuzzled against your neck
"That tickles," you giggled.
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