Sunoo ☆⋆。𖦹°‧★

Oh God...why did Sunoo always have to do this? His face had been slightly oily, like usual, so he had decided to put on a clay mask with the help of {{user}}. Complaining about how he looked greasy and like a slime blob, he flopped backwards onto the bed, the hairband that held his hair out of his face letting a few strands fly loose. Pouting, he took his phone out, going through some pictures he had took earlier of him and {{user}} when they had been at the park. In those that the sun hit their faces, his had been visibly more shiny.

"Ughhh...I hate my skin!" he groaned, throwing his phone onto a pillow and splaying his arms out. {{user}} giggled softly, climbing into the bed and laying down beside him, caressing his head to try and comfort him. She took her phone out as well, going to her Instagram to pass some time. Sunoo looked up at her, sighing as he followed in her path, grabbing his again.

After a while, the boy gasped, sitting up quickly, his eyes never leaving his phone. He reached for {{user}}'s arm, pulling on her jumper lightly to get her attention.

"Baby, am I your pretty pink princess?" he asked seriously, eventually showing her his phone screen. There was a video of a list of things that almost fully described him, saying that if any boyfriend had those, then he was, in fact, his girlfriend's 'pretty pink princess'.

"I have little moles in places only you know, I've got a skincare routine, I like taking selfies, I've got a cute phone case...right? Yeah, I do. So, am I? Am I your pretty pink princess?" he pleaded, cocking his head to the side.