Asian Celebrities Imagines

Lee Junho: Night

You instantly relaxed as you walked into the bathroom to see Junho already standing by the sink, toothbrush in hand. As soon as he saw you, he picked up yours too, placing a small amount of toothpaste onto his brush, and then the same onto yours.

You could only manage a smile as he passed your brush across to you, moving his hand across to wrap around your waist once it was free. You were more than happy to walk into Junho's chest as you began to brush your teeth, settling into him.

The two of you were as comfortable as ever around each other as you both brushed your teeth, counting down the seconds until you could spit the toothpaste out. You allowed Junho to go first, before doing the same, smiling up at him.

"Such a mess," he giggled, dampening the pad of his thumb before brushing it over the corners of your mouth, "the toothpaste is supposed to go on your teeth, not on your mouth," he joked, tidying up the mess that you had created.

Your head shook back at him as you walked across to your cupboard, reaching up to the top shelf to take your hairbrush. As you began to brush through the messy knots in your hair, a head soon nuzzled against yours, making sure that they got in the way.

"Can you brush my hair too? I like it nice and soft."

"You'll have to kneel for me to do that."

In an instant, Junho bent his knees so that he was shorter than you, fluffing his hair out for you to brush. You were careful as you moved through the small curls, with Junho letting you know with a hiss every time you caught into a slight knot.

"I was thinking of doing a face mask before bed if you want to join me," he spoke as you moved around the front of his body to brush through his fringe. "I've got one spare."

"My skin has been screaming out for a bit of treatment," you smiled down at him, tapping against the top of his head once you were done. "I've been so busy lately I can't remember the last time I even found fifteen minutes for a face pack."

Junho's head shook as he went over to his cupboard, pulling two out of the box that he had whilst you finished off your hair. "I keep telling you that you're working too hard," he scolded, ripping open the first of the packets and opening up the mask.

You were surprised when he walked towards you, brushing your hair out of the way with his free hand before tilting your head back with his hand another your chin. A couple of moments later, you felt the cool of the mask hit your face, letting go of a sigh of relief.

Junho quickly made sure that the mask unfolded properly, smoothing out all of the creases to make sure that your whole face was covered. With excess on his hands, he ran them gently along your neck, making sure to get all of the hidden spots that you normally missed.

"Beautiful," he complimented as he did the same to himself, glancing in the mirror once he was done. Junho couldn't help but snigger as he looked at the two of you standing side by side, matching masks to go with the matching pyjama sets that you wore too.

You could only chuckle too, shaking your head at how the two of you stood. "Do you remember the days when we used to say that we'd never turn out to be one of those cliché couples?"

Although the two of you hadn't quite stuck to your promise from many years ago, the people that you were today were the people you adored. The two of you did plenty of couple things because you loved spending time with each other, the pyjama sets and hobbies that you used to laugh about were now things that you bothered and adored doing.

"On that note, shall we think about heading to bed?" Junho proposed, extending his hand out for you to take as he led you out of the bathroom and across into your bedroom.

The room was already set up for the night, your lamps were on and you both had books on your bedside tables ready to be enjoyed. The duvet was pulled back ready for you to slide right in with your pillows resting against the headboard so that you could sit for a while.

"Do you want anything else?" Junho asked as you tucked yourself in first, joining you when your head shook in response to him with a wide smile on his face.

As soon as he sat down, his arm lifted, inviting you into his side. You keenly shuffled along the bed, resting yourself on Junho's side with your hand resting between you both to prevent your mask from creasing against him.

"We can probably take those off now," he told you as he noticed how careful you were with your mask, using his free hand to take your mask and peel it down from the top of your head.

Your spare hand instantly ran along your cheek in awe of how smooth your skin was as Junho took his off too. Once he was clear, your hand moved up to run along his cheek, opting to settle it against him to keep yourself nice and comfortable.

"Try and just relax for a little while now," Junho whispered against the top of your head before pressing several kisses into your hairline. "You need to make sure that you look after yourself first and foremost when you're working as hard as you are."

"I'm very lucky that I've got you around to take care of me," you mused in reply, feeling his grip around your waist tighten, "I'm going to walk into work a new woman tomorrow after that face mask, I've not felt this refreshed in a long time."

Junho's smile widened as he noticed the glow in your cheeks in the reflection of the lamp. "I'll go out and buy some more tomorrow if you want."

"You don't have to," you assured, "but I wouldn't say no, those things are miracle workers."

His head nodded in agreement with you, "When they've got a beautiful model to start on, it doesn't take too much for them to work."

Your eyes rolled as you tilted your head back to meet his eyes, "how do you always manage to find the smoothest things to say to try and impress me?"

"I guess I just know the things you like," he proudly grinned, "including me."

Your head shook as you reached back behind you to pick up your book. Junho did the same as you both reshuffled to find a comfortable position once again that would allow you both the chance to switch your minds off.

With the two of you comfortable once again, you both opened up the chapters of your books that you had got to, snuggling in as close to one another as you could to one another.

"I'll make sure we do this tomorrow too," Junho whispered down to you as he checked on you, "I love taking care of you."

Your head nodded as you found yourself transfixed by the words on the page, "I'll agree if tomorrow you brush my hair instead."

"Of course," he agreed, "you know I'll take any excuse that I can to play with your hair."

Your smile widened as you agreed with him too, "You have to brush it, not play with it, solve the problem, not fix it."

"Maybe I'll play for a bit first, but then I promise that I'll fix it too."

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