MINSUNG ONESHOTS

THE CONSEQUENCES OF PLAYING HAIRDRESSER

ByBinnieBixch (Midge03)

Summary:
Minho lives for Jisung’s long orange hair, so when Jisung comes and asks his Hyung to trim it for him, the elder is definitely disappointed.

Disappointed until he has what seems like a very turned on Jisung in front of him; turned on only by Minho’s hand in his hair.

“Hyunggg,” came a voice, high pitched and whiny. Minho looked up from his phone to see Jisung standing in the doorway of his room clutching a pair of scissors, a comb, the spray thing from the ironing stand and two towels.

“Yes Jisung?” asked Minho.

“Hyung can you please cut my hair for me. It’s getting way too long,” said Jisung, shuffling in. He was wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts, his almond eyes gazing at Minho from under his long orange hair as he occasionally made a lazy attempt at blowing it away. The roots were growing back black and it seemed Jisung hadn’t brushed it since his shower that morning. Despite that, Minho had to try his best to not stare at Jisung; he was looking the epitome of soft and adorable.

See, Minho hadn’t meant for it to happen but he’d developed a teeny tiny crush on Han Jisung. He swore to it, but the boy was such a wonderful mix of adorable and sexy that there was nothing he could have done to stop the warm feeling that would bloom in his chest every time he’d encounter him- which was a lot. Honestly, it was more problematic than anything else. He’d spent far too many a time excusing himself from dance practice at the sight of a sweaty, adrenaline pumped Jisung dominating the floor.

“Hyung?” asked Jisung again, leaning close to the boy and waving a hand in front of Minho, snapping him out of his trance.

“Huh? Oh, yeah sure Sungie. But are you sure you want to cut it? It looks really good.” And it did. Jisung’s long hair framed his face well and the dusty orange colour complemented his tanned skin. Minho remembered when Jisung got it done first; he’d walked into the dorm to see the rapper asking Felix if it looked good. He remembered mentioning how well the colour suited him before strolling to his room without giving it a second thought. He also remembered that the next day, after Jisung had showered and his hair had regained it’s natural fluffy look as oppose to the flat ironed hair, Minho had found himself first blushing and then jacking himself off as Jisung became sweaty and the hair stuck to his forehead during practice. Jisung on his own already messed with his heart but long haired Jisung was just something else.

“I mean I guess,” said Jisung, tugging at one of the locks, “But it gets in the way too often. Plus it’s too much brushing.” Minho snorted.

”Yeah I can see that.”

“Oh shut up hyung, will you do it or not?” huffed Jisung.

“Yeah yeah I will, but isn’t it a better idea to go to a hairdresser.”

“I hate hairdressers, you know that. They’re always so mean and they usually end up burning me with a blow dryer,” said Jisung walking closer to the older boy and pushing the scissors into his hands.

“Yes but I’m not exactly a professional, it’ll probably be just as bad,” replied Minho, snapping the scissors a little bit and looking at them contemplatively.

“But you used to cut your cousin’s hair and stuff, I’m sure you won’t screw it,” countered Jisung, setting one of the towels down on the floor at the edge of the bunk before sitting down on it. “You did Chan’s hair last year and it looked great.”

“Well okay,” said Minho, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed and setting his feet down on either side of the boy, highly aware of how close Jisung’s shoulders were to his crotch. “But don’t blame me if it looks shit.”