you were siting on the chair facing the mirror wearing a robe, with your wet hair wrapped in a towel. you began unwrapping the towel, when a hand hold yours, stopping you halfway.

"you know i love to dry your hair, darling."

hoseok pulls your hand away, and place it on your lap. he then unwrapped the towel, letting your wet hair down. he run his fingers along your hair and dries them using the dryer.

when he is done, he kisses the crown of your head making you smile.

"i love the smell of your hair, darling!"