Stendhal's Syndrome - JongSang ✔︎

Chapter 8

Jongho still hadn’t gotten around the neighbourhood that much since he had moved in and so he looked all around in awe to see all the stores and places he could go to when he would learn to not get lost. Why hadn’t he dragged Yeosang to show him around before?

"Someone is coming to visit me next week," Jongho spoke up as he looked around the place through the vehicle window. "And I was wondering if you'd like to join us and show us around because I still don't know this area very well."

"I have nothing better to do anyway. Just make sure it's not early in the morning because I won't be awake."

Jongho laughed and shook his head. 

"Don't worry. Even if it is early in the morning, I'll come and wake you up."

Yeosang groaned and was about to retort but the salon was spotted in the distance and so he focused on pulling into the parking lot instead of arguing.

Yeosang dragged Jongho by the arm inside the cute building and the hairstylists inside rushed to grab them.

"Hello. How can we help you?"

"Oh it's just him," Jongho explained, pulling his arm away from one of the girl's grips.

He didn't like how they were grabbing onto him and Yeosang and so he slowly pulled the male away from the other girl's grip. The girls seemed to notice his reaction and slowly stepped back with sheepish smiles, not wanting the male to go off on their asses.

Yeosang wasn't paying attention to what was happening around him and instead examined a colour pallette with the colours he could choose from. All he felt was his arm being pulled by Jongho and his other arm being released but he wasn't sure why. His insides got fluttery and he leaned a bit onto Jongho, knowing the male was strong enough to hold his entire weight.

"I’ll just go with my original plan and do white," Yeosang decided, looking up from the colours and placing the pallette down.

The stylists nodded and led him to a seat to get started.

"You're not allowed to look until I'm done," Yeosang instructed, pointing at Jongho who looked at him exasperatedly before taking a seat and pulling out his phone to play a game while he waited.

Satisfied that Jongho wasn't going to see, Yeosang sat and allowed the stylists to deal with his hair. He didn't mind the process considering he could stare at Jongho through the mirror. He was happy he could now look at the younger’s face without fainting even though he couldn't do it for long but hey, at least he had come a long way from before.

Jongho was so immersed in his game, he didn't feel the stares and Yeosang didn't mind. At least he wouldn't be caught doing something that would probably be embarrassing.

The process wasn't too long and before either of them even knew it, Yeosang's hair was being washed and dried. The male hadn't seen his own hair yet even though he was in front of a mirror, too focused on the younger, and in a way, he was glad so that he could be surprised at the same time as Jongho was.

"Okay, we're done," The stylist announced, stepping away from Yeosang but still blocking Jongho's view. "I'll show it to you in three, two, one."

Yeosang got up to look at himself in a mirror and Jongho also looked up, mesmerized by the beautiful male. It seemed as if Yeosang grew ten times as beautiful compared to before and the younger was certain he would have passed out if he had the Syndrome.

His moment of awe was short-lived when he realized Yeosang grow still and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing. He rushed forward and grabbed the males waist, steadying him before he fell.