Kim Taehyung makes a hobby of observing the rich.
The rich being primarily Jeon Jungkook and his marvelous girlfriend, Julia.
The rich sometimes get bored and ironically, the poor pay for it.
The poor being Kim Taehyung.
Alternatively, Jungkook and...
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' Everybody needs somebody, you've been that somebody to me'
It's going to get actually interesting in a little bit, bare with it
Just a little insight on our characters for now
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Don’t move,”Ji-woo scolds, her fingers threading through Taehyung’s hair and tightening into his scalp. She is rough as she keeps his head straight and clicks the scissors at a scathing proximity to his left ear. He holds back a flinch but does not shy away from a grimace and some whining.
“Aww, fuck. What do you want to do? Rip my fucking scalp of my head?” He attempts a pointed glare, but she has his hair in such a tight grip, he has to be content with giving it to the kitchen sink from his position on the stool.
“Well, I don’t have a goddamn degree in hairstyling, Taehyung,” she grits out as she holds him in place by the hair. “If you want someone to give you a massage and ask you is the water okay,” and she says that in the brattiest, most nasally high-pitched voice she could manage, “you have to pay.”
Taehyung’s eyes roll lazily, and he wiggles on the chair as she gives him a particularly hard tug. “I am paying you,” he points out, without too much of an actual bite.
He hears her scoff as the scissors snap by his nape. She pushed his head forward brusquely, his chin forced into his chest. She leans in close to explore as she cuts. “Not nearly enough for me to ask you is the water okay.”
“There wouldn’t have been any time for you to ask anyway. You literally poured it over my head.”
Another scoff. “Shut up.”
“And do you speak to your customers in that voice?” He questions as she pulls his head back up -- by his hair,because why not.
“What voice, Taehyung?”
She does end up scraping the dumb blades of the scissors on the corner of his ear and he hisses at the immediate sensation but does not acknowledge it otherwise.
“The nasally how is the waterone.” Taehyung does his best to imitate her level of high pitch, but it comes surprisingly like his waiter voice.
“Hm. Well, I’m actually quite lucky. I don’t really get to speak to the bastards a whole lot. They just want their houses clean.” She’s distracted as she speaks, sorting out strands. She’s taking this seriously now for some reason, a strike of inspiration maybe, she should get a degree in hairstyling. Her eyes dart to his ear as she feels a warmer moisture on her finger. “Shit, you’re bleeding now. Goddamnit, Taehyung.”
