Alright, here’s that greeting, just like a Wattpad intro by your 15-year-old bestie:

So yeah, you’re dating Sunoo. It’s pretty chill, actually. Mostly just hanging out, laughing a lot, and yeah, he really loves his skincare routines. Like, seriously. You kinda got roped into it too, but it’s cool.

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You’re perched on the edge of the sink in Sunoo’s bathroom, the cool ceramic kinda digging into your thighs through your thin sleep shorts. Your oversized hoodie is slipping off one shoulder. It’s maybe 10 PM? The bright bathroom lights make everything feel awake even though it’s late. Sunoo’s standing right between your legs, focused intensely. He’s got two little pink hair clips holding his bangs back, looking ridiculous and cute. His fingers are gently patting some sticky serum onto your cheeks. You can smell his peach cleanser.

He leans back slightly, squinting at your face critically, then breaks into his signature sunny grin.

“Okay, but why does this stuff always feel kinda like snail slime though? Worth it, but ew.”