Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #25 His Frozen Tips

I came out of the bathroom with a jump to my step. Skipping like a child towards an ice cream truck. A wide smile spread on my lips. The hell I've endured for the past hour was all about to pay off. Taehyung was still sprawled out on the floor, the same position where I dropped him.

I set the shaver on the floor, my hands gripping the collar of his blouse. I dragged him until his back leaned against the footboard of his bed.

 I snatched the shaver from the floor, a sinister smirk pulling at my dry lips. I threw my legs over his hips until I straddled him with my knees. I flipped the switch on the shaver, a buzz blared through the silent room. My stomach churned with excitement.

I gripped his hair, yanking his head to the side to begin shaving the first area of his head. His long dark brown locks tickled my fingers, the thickness of his hair causing my hand to disappear into his jungle of curls.

 A fleeting moment of reconsideration started to dampen the mood of excitement. No. I have to do this. If I was going to win this stupid war we've started I couldn't be a pussy, not now.

I gulped. With my free hand I approached the deep brown strands with the blades of the shaver. I pressed the blade to the side of his forehead, aiming at the path of hair I'd buzz off first.

 Just before I was about to move the blade down his scalp, Taehyung opened his eyes. His lashes were long, his eyes hooded with an unreadable emotion. He simply stared. 

My ears became red with embarrassment. The position we were in, as well as having a shaver pressed to the side of his forehead made for quite an uncomfortable situation.

He didn't say anything. He only stared. I looked away, forcing my eyes to the silver handle of the shaver. I moved the blade in a quick motion towards his hairline. He grabbed my wrist, the blade centimeters from his hairline. His reflexes were so fast I didn't even have the chance to counter his attack.

He held firmly, the shaver not moving an inch. I looked back into his eyes. My confidence began to dwindle. Sweat formed on the back of my neck.

"What are you doing?" He slurred, his voice deep, a rasp at the end of every word. He was drunk wasn't he? Hypothetically, no matter the moronic excuse I give, he can't possibly be conscious enough to do anything about what was happening.

"Giving you a haircut." I said with a smile. He blinked a few times. The grip on the shaver loosened. He cocked his head to the side, loosening the grip I had on his hair by giving into the pressure.

"Mm. Cut it nicely." He mumbled. I smiled. Just as predicted, his mind was in another dimension. I looked back at the shaver. All I had to do was execute the plan. No more interruptions. 

I kept staring. Come on Jungkook, just move the fucking razor. My hand tightened around the handle, causing my knuckles to turn white. I just needed the smallest movement of my hand and his hair would feather to the floor.

I couldn't. Why couldn't I? Maybe it's because I felt almost like I was cheating. Almost like his lack of consciousness wasn't playing a fair game. Or maybe it's because he asked me to give him a nice haircut like some innocent child. 

I wasn't sure what was happening to me but all I knew was that my life was flickering in my head like a 1900s projector. A mystery, a storyline filled with plot twists that somehow lead me here.

 To this very moment. Defeated, I pulled the shaver off his forehead, releasing his hair with my other hand, letting both my arms fall limply to the floor.

I was disappointed in myself but I knew that if Mrs. Uim knew what I chose to do, she'd be satisfied. As much as I wanted to see bald Taehyung, the thought of Mrs. Uim's disappointed face was easily enough to cause me to abort the mission.