You curl up on the edge of Joon’s bed in one of his oversized white tees. He walks out of the bathroom, holding a tray of products.

“Okay,” he grins, “tonight we double cleanse, then tone, then—”

“Do I look like I remember all that?” you tease.

He kneels in front of you, brushing your hair behind your ear. “That’s why I do it for you.”

You make a face. “Even if I fall asleep halfway?”

“Especially if you fall asleep halfway.” He gently presses a toner pad to your cheek, then whispers— “Your skin trusts me more than you do.”

You giggle, leaning into his palm. “You’re such a nerd.”

“A glowing nerd,” he corrects. “And your glowing nerd.”

He kisses your forehead, then starts patting serum into your skin. “After this… strawberry yogurt and K-drama. Deal?”

You nod, already relaxed. He’s your spa, your home, your quiet after chaos.