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Minseok is looking in the mirror and even he can't handle how pretty his face is, but the fact that he is consistently able to stop himself from literally making out with his reflection (when he totally could) says something. Sometimes, being a literal ethereal angel sent down from the heavens above as the epitome of beauty has its drawbacks. Indeed it always has its drawbacks. Minseok can't leave the house without people literally falling at his feet, staring at him until they run themselves into walls or each other, or even fainting at the sight of him.
Not that Minseok is a god, or has any supernatural origins for that matter, none that Minseok knows of anyway. He is just really pretty. So pretty that it is really weird and the author writing his story literally could not comprehend it.