Taehyung had always been effortlessly beautiful—the kind of beautiful that didn’t need much effort, but still left you staring. Even in the quiet of your shared apartment, hair messy and eyes half-lidded with sleep, he looked like a dream. You’d been dating for over a year now, and mornings like these felt sacred.

He stood in front of the mirror, towel low on his hips, razor in hand and foam half-smeared across his jaw. “Can you help?” He asked, turning to you with that soft, lazy smile. “I keep missing this spot.”

You padded over, taking the razor gently from his hand. “You trust me with this?”

“I trust you with everything.” He murmured, closing his eyes.