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1. Yoon Jisung - Special Treatment

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Pairing: Yoon Jisung x female reader

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1032

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"Honey I'm-"

You grimaced as Jisung's greeting came to a standstill, his eyes widening at your predicament. Glancing down at your arm that was now the sole focus of your boyfriend's gaze, you sighed. "It's not as bad as you think; it's just a small fracture."

"And that's not bad?! Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaimed, blinking rapidly as he rushed to your side. You couldn't help but shrink back at his concern. He looked up at you with a pout. "When did this happen?"

"Uh, two days ago, I fell down the stairs at work," you admitted slowly, biting at your lips and diverting your eyes at the gasp that left his mouth. You cringed. "You were busy with work, I-"

"Never keep something like this from me again." His eyes were back on your cast, but you saw his jaw clench, and if you pushed your luck to tell him you had held out knowing full well he'd give up everything just to come home, you would be faced with more of Jisung's rare appearance of his temper. And you didn't want that.

Especially since it had been three weeks since you last saw him.

This thought seemed to cross his mind at the same time, his almond orbs softening as he looked up into your face. He smiled, leaning forward to greet you properly but you stopped him, pushing him back as your mind raced to what you hadn't done since fracturing your wrist.

Jisung eyed you warily. "Why did you do that?"

"I can't let you near me."

"Because of your arm? I'll be gentle."

You shook your head, your cheeks heating up with your embarrassment.

"Oh whyyyy!"

You sighed heavily, darting your eyes to your lap, your voice coming out feebly. "I haven't washed my hair."

He was silent for a moment, but you daren't look up, instead pulling a face in frustration. And then you flinched as Jisung wrapped himself around you, your cries being ignored by him. He buried in deeply.

"Yoon Jisung!"

"You have hugged me right after I've gotten offstage before, when I'm all sweaty and gross. Why would I even hesitate now, because your hair smells a little funky?"

You leapt back in his embrace, wincing as the pain shot throughout your lower arm. Jisung's eyes connected with your wrist again before checking your expression. You shook your head at him. "My hair smells funky?!"

"Why would that bother me though when I love you so much?"

"Don't throw that card at me! Aish, I feel so uncomfortable," you muttered, heaving another frustrated breath.

Jisung chuckled a little, capturing your miserable attention and caressed your cheek within his hand. "Let me help you then."

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You had to admit it felt like heaven.

When Jisung had suggested he'd wash your hair for you, you were hesitant. You didn't want to end up soaked through, nor did you want to put any burdens on him when he was exhausted from travelling home. But he had insisted in the end, helping you rest your head over the bathtub ledge and began wetting your hair down, running his hand rhythmically through your long tresses. And the way he had massaged your head when putting in the shampoo had been so relaxing, admitting to him that it felt better than any hair salon treatment you had ever had.

This praise was all he needed to continue to spoil your head to the best massage and cleanse it had ever received. You hadn't realised just how inhuman you felt with your dirty hair until your boyfriend had cleaned it for you.

And now Jisung had directed you to the sofa, bringing over supplies he needed to finish the job.

"You don't have to dry it as well, Sung-ah," you told him but he only chided you, motioning for you to scoot back towards him and soon his hands were towel drying your hair. You sighed in content.

"You look like you're honestly in another realm of happiness," he observed, and you could hear in his tone that he was elated to be the cause of it. You nodded softly, your smile growing as his hands did more magic. "Who knew I could make you putty in my hands by doing this?"

"I think I might have to make sure you do this once a month from here out," you stated dazedly and Jisung chuckled, sectioning off some of your hair so he could dry it.

You were both silent due to the noise of the hair dryer, but you were floating further into the pure ecstasy, closing your eyes and enjoying the heat and your brush being run through every strand of hair. It took awhile for all of your hair to be dry due to the length, and by the time Jisung was satisfied enough to turn the hair dryer off you were almost asleep.

His arms wrapped around your waist to pull you into a more comfortable position against him, kissing the top of your head and then burying himself into the crook of your neck.

"Thank you."

"It was my pleasure."

"Jisung?" you started, feeling him hum in response upon your skin. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Promise me you'll never keep me in the dark like that again. Even if you get a paper cut-"

"Really?!"

He nodded against you. "Even then. I want to know everything. How can I be a good boyfriend if you don't?"

You awkwardly turned in his arms, mostly due to being unable to use one of your arms. Jisung supported you and you smiled into a chaste kiss as soon as you were balanced enough. "I love you."

"I love you even more."

"I'm sleepy," you told him and he laughed. "You have the best hands ever."

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep as he played with your hair and tried to remain awake, your eyes not listening to your efforts. He kissed your head again which felt like bliss.

"Just relax, I'm home now," he whispered and you nestled yourself into his chest. "Don't ever get hurt without me around again, okay?"

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