leehan can see you out of the corner of his eye.
his fingers still on his keyboard as he fully turns his attention to watching you, squeezed up on one side of the couch as you lean forward, grasping at the strands of hair, your nose scrunched up in concentration as you try to feel your way around the hairstyle.
leehan has to stifle a laugh as you sigh in disappointment, the braid in your hand all wonky and weirdly shaped despite your best efforts.
"come here, cutie," he eventually says, watching your braid disintegrate back into the rest of your hair. he reaches across the couch, his arms wrapping around your waist. you let out a shriek as he drags you backwards into his side.
"hannie!" you laugh as leehan adjusts you in his lap, you perched on his knee as he gently separates your hair into manageable parts.
"are you..?" you touch your hair gingerly as you fidget in his lap, his hands methodically combing through your hair.
leehan hummed, "you kept struggling."
"you saw?" you squirm, "i thought you were working!"
"you kept distracting me!" leehan retorts, pout evident in his voice.
"okay, okay - i'm sorry!" you wave your hands in apology before simmering down.
leehan hums in satisfaction, his fingers carding through your hair and working the strands into each other.
"stay still," he whispers, concentrated, his breath tickling against your neck, "i've got you."
