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He Ruins Your Hair Products (Yoongi)💇🏾‍♀️

Did y'all miss me? I know it's been a minute since my last update and honestly, I haven't been doing much but finishing up some classes. On the other hand, My birthday is coming up!!! (4/20)🍃😅

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Yoongi always loved it when wash-day rolled around. He would literally drop everything he was doing and would come and watch you tend to your hair. You usually didn't mind the male watching you and you especially loved when he messaged your shoulders once you held your arms up for too long.

"Baby, get more on that second row...looks a little dry."

You turned to the male slightly more annoyed than you wanted but you knew that he was only trying to help. "I would if my arms weren't so damn sore!" You scrunched your face as you slowly brought your arms to meet with the rest of your body. You sat all the way up against the couch as you fixed the slightly drenched towel that held all your products on top. 

He puts down his phone and lyric book while grinning at your frustrated figure. "Need my help?" He scoots closer so that you're sitting on the floor between his legs. His hands steadily start to reopen the previous part you started on and apply a few swipes of blue magic. 

"How come you have so many oils in these bottles? They all look the same..." You sigh at his hands massaging your scalp before answering. "They're all different oil, some of them aren't labeled since I've changed to them to the better squeezy bottles." He nods his head as all his focus goes into combing/picking through the coils.  This would probably be the most relaxed you've felt while doing wash-day.

You soon felt Yoongi's hands leave your head and you sat and waited for him to continue. Soon it felt as if he was taking forever to continue and you missed the warmth of his hands. Yoongi? Did you drop the comb between the cushions again...or am I sitting on it?" Once he didn't respond you turned to see him mixing all of your oils into one bottle.

"NO!" He jumped at your reaction and spilled over the last little bit of the oil transferring into the new bottle. "What's wrong? Isn't it all the same thing?" You mentally facepalm yourself and continue to sit down and wait for the male to clean up and continue. It wasn't that he mixed them all, you just preferred to keep them separate. Some of the oils did more benefits besides hair and you wanted to keep them apart.

He sighed and continued to work the bottle throughout your parts and finished the ends with a sealed two-strand twist. (or whatever works with your hair) "I'll order you some more oils baby, don't worry about it." Since you moved to Korea to be with Yoongi, there weren't many options when it came to hair stores or black hair products. 

"Thank you, baby, I'm just tired and want to take a nap but still have half of my head that needs to be done." You slump between his legs and move your body to lay on his leg as he finishes out the third row. 

"Go ahead and take a nap Jagiya, I'll finish this up for you."

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