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one of the most cherished aspects of your relationship with prince!yeosang is the bedtime routine. as you enter the room, your hair is slightly damp, having been washed by the maids in the adjacent room, where they had already removed your snug dress and cleansed your body with soothing milky water. the room itself is immense, adorned with golden accents on the walls and ceiling, and even after two years of marriage, you still find yourself adjusting to its grandeur.
as you tiptoe towards the bed, you feel the coolness of the marble floor beneath the balls of your feet. the room is bathed in a warm, inviting glow emitted by a lamp, casting a soft yellow light. your attention is drawn to yeosang, who is seated on the bed, his bare back resting against plush pillows. he holds a book in his hands, adorned with glasses perched upon his nose.
you gracefully remove your robe, letting it cascade to the floor, revealing your attire of a delicate satin nightdress. yeosang diverts his attention from the romance book and sets it gently on his lap. you can feel his gaze caressing your body as you turn around, reaching for the oil bottle resting on the dressing table crafted from smooth birch wood. settling in front of the grand mirror, you begin applying the nourishing oil to the roots of your hair, allowing its healing properties to work their magic.
yeosang remains silent as he stands up, his cotton pants hugging his thighs snugly. he walks towards you, and you can sense the comforting warmth radiating from him as he places his hands on your shoulders, gently kneading the flesh. you close your eyes, leaning back, and rest your head against his firm stomach. a tired chuckle escapes you as his fingers playfully tickle the side of your neck, bringing a sense of lightheartedness to the moment.
unbeknownst to you, a gentle smile graces yeosang's face as he pauses his massaging to reach for the oil bottle resting on your lap. taking it into his hands, he assumes the role of caring for your hair. starting with your scalp, he skillfully applies the oil, his fingers working their way through your tresses. from the roots to the tips, he delicately spreads the lubricant, ensuring every strand is coated. with the task complete, he places the bottle back on the table before moving behind you to skillfully braid your hair. the locks are carefully twisted and intertwined until he skillfully secures them in a comfortable bun using a pretty hairpin.
"done," he whispers, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of the room. he rubs the remnants of the oil in his hands onto his own hair, tousling and tugging at his locks in a slightly rough and messy fashion, a stark contrast to the gentle touch he bestowed upon you.
standing up, you turn towards him, enveloping your arms around his neck. with tenderness, you plant a soft kiss on his lips. as you press your lips against his, you whisper a small thank you, the words escaping against the fullness of his mouth.
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