Collision

Chapter 51

"Do you- do you want to trim your hair?" Yoongi asks, glancing towards Jeongguk's features somewhat hidden by his unruly hair. He loved Jeongguk's messy, long hair, but he also knew that the wolf deserved a choice.

"Trim?"

"Yeah, to shorten it," he explains, whisking his fingers through the long fringe. "If you like."

Jeongguk's eyes widen. "I can do that?"

Yoongi laughs warmly. "Yeah, darling. You can. Do you want to?"

"Yes, please."

The barbershop was quiet. There was only a couple of workers, and as soon as the duo walked in, the two workers pulled them to their chairs. They managed to stumble out what they each wanted done, and the workers were more than happy to oblige.

It didn't take much for them to settle in, barely speaking as they let the workers do their thing and chat amongst each other. When they did speak, it was minimal and simple small talk that Yoongi found himself not too miffed about.

He didn't want to do anything too crazy, and Jeongguk simply wanted his hair trimmed back and a bit more controllable. Yoongi couldn't really blame him, and they both decided to not look at each other until their hair was completed.

Jeongguk finished first, skittering off towards the front to go check out his hair in the full-length mirror. Yoongi smiled to himself, letting the feeling of the blow dryer sooth him until he was finished.

Yoongi stared into the mirror. He was very used to having the bright white hair that resembled snow, but since winter has crept in and being constantly surrounded by white, he found himself craving color.

The gleaming silver that was staring back at him was enough to make his mouth part in surprise, the color like fallen starlight and bright under the fluorescent lights.

Silver calmed the sugary quality to his skin, framing his oval shaped face, and his lips twitched into a smile. He felt good, seeing the way the silver settled over his forehead.

"What do you think?" the hairdresser asked sweetly, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Personally, I think you look very cutting edge. Very handsome. Like a Korean Idol."

Yoongi snorted, amused. Back when he had been Agust D, his hair was changed frequently, always something popping and bright. At one point he had mint green hair, and then the next a pink that he wishes he could forget even if he did look good in it.

Idol was not the word Yoongi had ever used when he was Agust D.

"Thanks. You did a great job," Yoongi admitted after a moment. The woman beamed, delighted, and helped remove the apron from over his body and helping him stand.

Heading towards the front, Yoongi hesitated as he got closer to a familiar outline. Jeongguk was hunched over, tapping on Yoongi's phone absently, eyes squinted in concentration which meant that he was probably attempting to read something for practice.

True to his wolven nature, Jeongguk peeked up as if sensing his approach, or smelling him, Yoongi was never sure with him, and he shifted his weight awkwardly. "Hi."

Jeongguk staggers to his feet. Yoongi couldn't read his expression, too far away, and the desire to flee was an itch under his skin as Jeongguk was suddenly there, right in front of him, and lifting his hand to touch his face.

Yoongi relaxed, feeling his features carefully. His lips were parted, surprise Yoongi figured, and his brows raised past his hairline, and his breathing quick and shallow.

"Yoongi," Jeongguk rasps out, a desperation lining his tone. "Fuck, you look beautiful."

Yoongi's face turned bright red, a sputtering cough catching in his lungs as he tore his hand away. "What- fuck- you piece of shit. You can't just- fuck you."

Jeongguk laughed, head tilting back in sheer delight, and Yoongi just knew that his nose was scrunched and his eyes crinkling delicately in the corners like he had felt so many times.

He wished he could see it; see the smile that Yoongi adored.

"Yoongi, you're truly beautiful. I wish you could see just how stunning you are," Jeongguk finished, returning Yoongi's hands to his cheeks so he can feel his sincerity.

Yoongi was more than sure his face was at least the color of an overripe tomato, and he wanted to smack the Omega but somehow refrained as he hummed and coughed to clear the awkwardness that he felt.

He was never used to compliments, or how to handle them. He never considered himself bad looking, but he wasn't Seokjin's level of beauty. He was average, at best, and sadly, a bit on the shorter side.

But with Jeongguk holding him right there, voice filled with awe like he couldn't believe it, he felt as if he was the most beautiful thing that the Omega had ever seen.

Which Yoongi doubted highly. Not with the life that this little wolf has lived.

"Cheeky brat. Spouting shit to make me embarrassed," he scolds weakly, shaking his head. Jeongguk chuckles. "Now- let me feel your hair."

"Okay, Yoongi."

Humming to himself, Yoongi narrowed his eyes. His hair wasn't too much shorter, but had been trimmed neatly, the dead ends removed, and shaped to frame his face better.

The curls were brushed out, his long bangs still falling in front of his amber eyes that blistered with an affection that made Yoongi want to squeal and cover his face (which he would most certainly never do- ever). It still fell a little past his ears, which Yoongi nearly jerked his hand back in shock at feeling something cold brush over his fingers.

Jeongguk chuckles as Yoongi reaches over and brushed his fingers over the gleaming silver hoops that now dangle from his ears. His breath caught in his lungs.

"Jeongguk-ah, is that...?"

"The lady said they were called piercings. She gave it to me for free. They are like yours, right?" Jeongguk replies, his own hand reaching up to brush over Yoongi's multiple ear piercings. Yoongi shivers. "Do you like it?"

"I- you didn't even make a sound?"

"When you get clawed by some puppies and constantly have your ear chewed, a little needle to the ear isn't too bad, actually."

Yoongi barked out a laugh, unable to contain it, because the answer was stated so simply, so unbothered, but to any other person it would seem otherworldly.

"Do you like them?"

"Yeah, baby. I like them," Yoongi murmurs, curbing the desire to lean over and nibble at the piercing with his teeth. He clears his throat, stepping back. "Your hair- it's really nice. Do you like it?"

"It's lighter! I don't feel so heavy on my head anymore."

"Good. Let's pay, then head to the grocery store."

"Then can we go home?"

Yoongi's heart sang as the word home fell from his lips, so naturally, as if it really belonged there. He wanted to scream from the top of his lungs that yes, they can but only smiles brightly and nods.

By the time they got back to the cabin, they were both too exhausted to even bother putting away their clothes, the essentials getting placed in the fridge but that was all, or cooking dinner.

Instead, they tumbled towards the bed and fell on top of the covers in a mess of limbs.

Yoongi nuzzles deeper into Jeongguk's heat, sighing in contentment when he feels the familiar deep rumble emitting from the wolf's chest. His Omega.

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