SKZ - bxb imagines

Clippings // JiLix

genre: fluff
ship: jilix (jisung x felix)
warnings: none

as he was placing new bottles of shampoo into each cabinet, jisung heard the bells above the shop door jingle. he continued with his duties, knowing that seungmin would take care of the new customer.

"hello, how are you today?"

"i'm good. do you take walk-ins?"

"yes we do. it's a pretty slow day, so the wait should be pretty short. what would you like done?"

"just a haircut."

"sounds good. the wait should be around 5-10 minutes."

"awesome."

the man sat down in the small waiting area, taking out his phone. it took only five minutes for the receptionist to call him back up to the front where his hairdresser stood.

he smiled at the man, who looked to be around his age as he was guided to a chair in the back.

"hi, i'm jisung. what are we thinking today?"

"i've been wanting to get an undercut. that and a simple trim."

"sounds great. i love undercuts. let's get you shampooed."

though he would never say so, felix always loved getting his hair washed at the salon. this time in particular he thought was amazing, as the man's slender fingers were perfect for massaging. too quickly, the conditioner had already been washed out and his hair was being towel dried.

"your hair is still very healthy despite having been bleached. whoever did it must be very experienced."

"oh. not really, because i did it myself."

"really?! wow. have you ever considered becoming a hair stylist?"

felix looked at the stylists smile as he joked with him, and he couldn't help smiling as well.

as the haircut began, felix found himself staring at the hairdresser. how his hand so delicately sectioned his hair and how carefully the scissors moved. but more so, he focused on the man's face; he took notice of how his eyes scrunched slightly when checking lengths and how he would puff his cheeks out when he was concentrating.

too soon. felix was getting his hair blown dry. despite the loud air blowing in his ears, he could still hear his stylist humming along to the song on the radio. he looked in the mirror, amazed at the handiwork. he walked to the front and payed for the haircut, constantly looking back at his hairdresser.

"so did you get his number?"

"what?" felix looked at the receptionist, startled.

"i asked if you got his number."

"no."

"why?"

felix only blushed and looked down. the receptionist, whose name tag read seungmin, leaned forward.

"if you don't get his number, i'm going to have to deal with him complaining that he didn't have the courage to ask. either you get his number or i give him yours."

"are you legally allowed to do that?"

"probably not."

"point taken."

felix looked to the back again, feeling his confidence wane with every second he spent looking at the man. quickly, he grabbed the pen and paper at the reception desk and wrote down his name and number.

"you'll give this to him, right?"

seungmin only nodded and felix thanked him and left.

༒——————2 weeks later——————༒