Chanyeol sits on the couch, grinning. He had shoved the little black container into the cushions just moments before. Sure enough, ten minutes or so later, he hears your voice coming from the next room. "Chanyeol, have you seen my eyeliner?" you call. He can't wipe the giddy smile off his face, and he doesn't respond to you. A couple minutes later, you walk out, plopping yourself down on the couch. "Where is it?" you ask, a knowing look in your eyes. He turns himself so he's facing you. "I want you to go without it today. I like your natural face," he tells you. You smirk, a response he wasn't expecting. He gives you a questioning look, and you open your mouth. "I had a feeling you'd hid it. So I hid your straightener," you tell him. His face falls, and you playfully hit his shoulder, then leaning down and wrapping your arms around him. "I guess it's always a great time to start accepting yourself," you murmur into his hoodie. "I guess," he replies quietly, pulling you closer and kissing your head.
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