sin - woosan

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San was now on the couch, lounging about, until Jiho came and sat next to him. The last few days, he's noticed that her smile has faded a little bit, and she wasn't as happy as she used to be, but he didn't care. Why should he? He got annoyed when she sat close to him, and seeked his comfort, how low do you have to be to seek my comfort? San thought exasperated from the simple idea. But nonetheless, he let her in his arms, and stroked her back, acting like he cared.

Where is my Oscar? San internally rolled his eyes, calming the heavy breaths Jiho was taking in. The soft rubbing on her back seemed to do the trick as she started breathing normally, without sniffing, and gosh, did San hate sniffles, or any noise from anyone one else but his own. He just didn't stand people; simple.

Jiho's hand roamed from his abdomen, slowly going higher behind his neck, wrapping around his back strands of hair. "You have pretty hair, Sannie," she tried to compliment, but San saw through it. He saw the pained smile that she so desperately wanted to seem real, but it was obvious — she was not okay. If she was anyone else, he might've asked what was wrong, why she wasn't smiling anymore, why she wasn't happy, but he knew.

He knew very well.

With her fingers twirling his long locks at the back, his face contorted into one of disgust the second she placed her head back on his chest. Let me shave it all off then. Although, his hair was something he took pride in, he could admit, it definitely needed a trim, or a cut rather. And so he decided what he'd do next with it.

He watched as she hummed a tune, bringing her hand back down. He didn't fail to notice the single tear staining his black sleeveless turtleneck. He knew that she was missing someone, but if he asked about it, she'd lie, and tell him some other generic answer, like "I'm worried about the wedding," or "oh, no. Nothing is wrong, don't worry about me." And he hated that, he hated liars. Not saying Jiho was a liar per say, it's just people in a predicament like hers tend to lie rather than spill their thoughts, not like San wanted to hear about what's been bothering her anyways.

He knew that she would rather be with her ex right now, but he had so many plans for his future that was tied around Jiho's neck that he wouldn't let that happen.

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San had forgotten about the events of last night because of work; he never had a decent day where work wasn't piling off his desk. So, when he was finally done with another boring, yet important meeting with rather important people. However, this meeting dragged on for so long, San was thinking of canceling the rest of his schedule.

Pushing that thought aside, he turned his spinning chair around, no longer facing his table, rather looking out through the glass to view the city before him. Deep in thought about his new plans, San twirled a couple of his silver locks from behind his head, and telling himself he needed that trimmed off before the wedding. The faded silver contrasted with his raven hair, and it had definitely grown a lot more than needed, so a haircut was what he needed.

Calling on the phone by his desk, the other line picked up quickly. "Han, I need someone to find me a hairdresser, quickly."

San was rather an impatient fellow, so Han wasn't shocked at the immediate request, quickly going around to find people whom could help him.

"What's with the rush, Hannie?" His friend Changbin came over, Felix trailing behind him.

"Yeah, why do you look so stressed?" Felix asked him this time.

"I-I just need someone to find Mr. Choi a hairdresser, ASAP. I don't want to get fired, he seemed hurried, and quite angry too." Jisung started fidgeting in his place, thinking that if he was a minute too late, he'd be fired instantly. And no matter how scary Mr. Choi seemed to be, he truly enjoyed his job, plus he had good friends to help him through his anxieties, and he didn't want to let them go. So, therefore, a lot was on the line for him.

"Oh, don't you worry about that! You know my boyfriend?" Changbin asked the nervous Jisung.

"Felix?" He asked confused.

"No, our other boyfriend," Felix laughed at the confused face Han gave them, before he realized.

"Oh, yeah! Hyunjin, right?" The two boys nodded proudly. "Oh, does he know a professional hairdresser?!" Han got excited, but when the two males chuckled deeply, all hope disappeared. "Look, guys, I'm glad you have someone, but in a situation like this, I'd rather get help than listen to another story about your boyfriend." Hs said sternly, about to walk away when Felix's deep voice emitted.

"No, you silly. He is a professional hairdresser. He can do Mr. Choi's hair," Felix saw Han physically relax at his words.

"Yeah, I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Changbin reassured.

"Wow, I really don't know much about your boyfriend, then," he joked.

"You should listen more, then. We talk about him all the time," Changbin said, dragging Han with him, and giving Felix the sign to call Hyunjin.

Felix nodded, while the two were walking away, laughing at the last sentence he heard from the two. "Well, not gonna lie, I'm not really fond of that guy." He heard Han say, causing Changbin to smack Jisung upright the head, as they continued to bicker.

And so, after the two had left, and Felix could no longer hear them, he dialed up the number of his beloved boyfriend, hoping his was free, and still in the shop so that his boss would get there immediately, and there would be no problems.

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a/n: long time no post here, huh? well hope u like this chap, it's kinda a filler but i promise it'll get better🥲

just to clarify the hair transformations are going to be from wonderland to inception hair so yeah😀