"Wonjin!" You call from the bathroom, glaring at the damp strands of your hair as if it was the worst thing in the the planet. Not even a few moments later your husband bursts in the bathroom, a panicked look on his face. He immediately approaches you, taking your face in his hands and observing and checking for any woulds or bruises, "What is it, baby? Are you okay?"
You giggle at his worry ouburst, pressing your lips against his nose reassuringly, "Can you cut my hair? I'm starting to get really frustrated with it." You scrunch up your nose and pull on your hair, wishing it would cooperate at least once, before it'll be chopped off. Wonjin only chuckled, turning you around to face the mirror, "Of course, baby."
And with that, Wonjin started working on your hair, helping you cut to as short as you want. You decided on having it to somewhere in the middle of your neck, since you didn't want a bowl cut, save that for the future. (you were planning on being the 'do the roar kid' from shrek for halloween) "This is pretty short, baby." Wonjin said, lightly ruffling and playing with your finished hair.
A frown appeared on your face at his words, worry clouding your mind, "Really? Is it that bad?" Wonjin chuckles at how panicked you sound, and he could've sworn his heart shook a little at how sad you looked. "No, I like it short. Your hair doesn't cover your neck anymore." He replies, burying his head into your neck from behind, his arms gripping your waist, as he lightly nipped on your skin.
You only laughed at the ticklish feeling, pushing Wonjin away just to give him a sweet kiss. Your husband smiled into the kiss, nibbling on your lower lip. It seemed like he always found a way to find comfort in the form of teasing you, but you didn't mind, it was one of the factors why you loved him. Wonjin was the one to pull away, staring at you with so much love before he planted a big kiss on your cheek.
Your husband stared at you while you played with your hair, suddenly feeling the urge to present you to his friends, to let a proud smirk spead withing his lips and tell them that you were his, "Come on, I want to show off my wife in front of everybody."
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𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 || cravity imagines
Non-Fiction↳ your own escape with cravity these are blurbs and drabbles taken from my account on tumblr (@/kravitee) note! : i do not update frequently, and write when i can. I hope you can enjoy my works nonetheless :) for you, luvities!
