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the thing about jeongguk is that he can read you like a book. he can feel your mood without even looking you in the eye, he's that good--or maybe you're just that transparent.
he always knows when to card a hand through your hair just like that, can sense when you don't want to talk. he seems to know intuitively when you are in desperate need of alone time. there's not one thing you could appreciate more.
except, maybe, how he just goes with it the first time you ask him about it. he just accepts you for who you are, no explanations needed. it's nice. it makes it feel normal.
you don't long for his hands in your hair anymore, because they always seem to be near anyway. you don't need to knock when he's locked up in his room gaming, because you're likely already there with your head on his lap. and--god--the belly pets, who could forget them, especially when his hands are like that.
you're so grateful that he allows you to seek comfort in the headspace. all of your stress seeps out when you feel his hands petting softly down your back at the end of a long day.