Gentleman alpha's vicious omega || Taekook

43. Haircut

Taehyung's POV

Usually, it's the women's hair that disrupts your peace or your sleep in bed. Their untangled mess of curls spread on your face and in your mouth if you happen to sleep with an open mouth. But I don't remember marrying a woman. Yet when I open my eyes to see the first ray of sunshine, I almost die of a heart attack seeing the dark strands falling in front of my eyes.

Hence why, I decided on giving my alpha a very much needed haircut. As much as his long hairs look good, he doesn't deserve them. They all are entangled into a mess because of his carelessness. 

"Do you even know how scissors work?!" He chided again as I dampen his hairs for the cutting. It's going on since past half an hour. "You are asking that to a surgeon?" His nerves were acting up and it was funny to see him so terrified of a haircut. "Sugar...sweetheart, let me just go and get a quick hair-ouch!" Tugging his hair a bit I stopped his complains and grabbed the scissors. 

"Now if you moved unless I ask you to...your baldness would be the consequences of your actions." I was serious. He would look good with a trimmed hair than having some frat boy haircut who thinks anything is fashion. "Babe please-"

His words silenced with my first snip of scissors, a bunch of his hair falling on his shoulders before running down on his lap. "Oh no..." His feeble voice made me chuckle, he was being dramatic, or maybe I had enough of hairs in my mouth as the first thing after waking up. "Oh yes, honey...should've tied them when you had them."  

He really should've. He gave no care to his hairs, no oiling, leaving them open, I was finding so many hair strands around. "Be grateful I didn't find your hair strand in my kitchen, or I would have shaved your head way long before." One more reason he wasn't allowed in kitchen. 

"Hey! It could be yours too! You have hair too!" Shaving his sideburns I turned off the machine because I was really debating his intelligence. "Jungkook....my hairs are not black...they are silver. Unless you are getting grey hairs." Getting silence as an answer I resumed my work, trimming his front hairs into side fringes to give a curtain hairstyle. He looks good in long hair, but a short haircut with undercut would also look good on him. 

If I do it right, that is. 

"Are you trying to give me undercut? Sugar...are you sure?" I scoffed at his words as he sounds like one wrong slip would end his life. I have done my own haircut since forever. "You do know that I had an undercut when you first saw me, right? I did it myself." Unless he was busy being stupid, he would know what I am talking about. 

Brushing his hair one last time I stood up to face him. "All done!" Though he was still staring at himself in the mirror in amazement. "Hah! I know I did a good job." His hairs were no longer exceeding past his shoulders, but he had a mullet with light fringes on both sides, like curtains.

"Hmm....something's wrong." He opened his mouth after so long, just to criticize my work. I should've shaved his head from the mid. "Yeah, and that's your face-" He suddenly threaded his fingers through his hair and flipped to the right side, my words long lost in my mouth. "Now it looks good...you did great, sugar!" 

He looks...hot. With that undercut and flipped hair, I am loss of words. His mismatched eyes add their own charm making him look straight out of some fictional book, with how his hair fringes are falling over his eyes, certainly the bad guy, or the morally gray ones. Good heavens how am I supposed to not stare at him now. 

"You are hungry?" I am, but not for what he is asking. "Yeah....very hungry." But of course, he doesn't know that. "Considering we will be late if you decided to cook, let's order something." Late. Right, we have work. Why am I doctor again? I should've been a stay-at-home husband, cooking, cleaning and being fucked into oblivion every day by him. What a dream life. 

But I can only stare at his broad back as he walks away to get ready for his work. "Oh, to have that godly body over my own..." 

"WHERE'S MY BLACK SHIRT??" 

I look down at the shirt I am wearing, it's the same shirt he is searching for. Well, someone has to wear something other than his all-time black shirt. His rapid footsteps come closer as he runs down the stairs before halting in front of me.  

"Tae have you –That's my shirt you are wearing, you vicious little thief!!" I just shrug innocently, picking at the sleeves of the shirt as he looks at me with a tired face. "It's the fifth shirt." He is counting, it seems. "Just fifth...not fifteenth like you are exaggerating it." It's seventh actually. It's a lost battle for him, he knows it. Looking at his navy-blue sweatshirt he is wearing, I think it would be the next addition to my wardrobe.

With a tired sigh he looks at me which makes me feel a little bit bad, not guilty though, I would do it again. "Sugar....should I scent all your clothes? Will you wear them then?" His words make me look at him in disbelief. He really doesn't think I wear his clothes for his scent, does he? "You think I wear your clothes for your scent?"

When he didn't answer me, it confirmed my suspicion and barked a laugh from my throat. "You are either really dumb or cute...I would prefer the word dumb though." Never would I call this beast cute. He doesn't deserve that after railing me like an animal and looking like this. My words as always, offended him with how he clicks his tongue in annoyance, eying me up and down. 

"Of course you would prefer the word 'dumb', isn't that what gets you worked up when you are moaning and drooling, taking whatever is given to you like a dumb bitch." His face told me he was quite proud of his comeback. If he thought he was funny, I am about to so painstakingly prove him wrong. 

I took a step towards him, reducing the distance between us as I look up at him while batting my eyelashes innocently. "Says the one who always has his face buried between my legs. Suck my toes bitc- Oh! You already did that." His jaw clenched as he raised his hand to grab my face like always but this time, I caught it in mid and pulled it down between us. 

"Alpha, are you mad at me?" Feigning confusion I stood up on my tiptoes and gently nipped at his jaw. "Stay mad...you look hot when you are angry." My whispers seem to rile him up more as I could feel his hands hovering over my waist but just as he was about to hold me, I pulled away and smiled at him as if nothing happened.

"Go get ready, we are getting late." But just as I took a step further away, his hand curled around my waist and pulled me back in a jerk. My back to his chest as he tightened his hold, his other hand crawling up to my throat before wrapping his fingers around my neck. My pulse beating under his fingers as he pressed on the spot. "Hmm, you love playing rough, don't you, kitten." His grave voice tickled me from my inside and he roughly nuzzled on my nape, tilting my head to the side with his hands like I am a puppet to get more access. I can feel my every breath being slowed due to his hold on me. He is going to be the reason of my death. 

"But don't tease me, kitten...I don't care about anything when I am looking at you. Nothing matters to me more than you, so unless you want to forget about the world outside and confine in me, don't play your dirty tricks on me, because next time I won't hold back." His fingers gripping my throat give an experimental squeeze making my breath hitch. Fuck! His fingers would be the best necklace I will ever have. 

Just when I thought I bit more than I can chew on, I felt his hand sneaking up inside the black shirt I was wearing, caressing my bare waist with the back of his hands. His cold rings on my warm skin making me shiver or it was the growl he let out next in my ears. "Next time...I will bend you over and show you how I deliver my punishments, kitten. Hard and rough, just how you like."

And before I could say a word, he detached himself from me. "Go get ready, sugar, you are going to be late." He repeated the same words I said then winked at me like before giving my ass two light slaps and walked back upstairs like he didn't just make me imagine all that in daylight. 

And that day once again I questioned why I was a doctor. 

So.....uh....you see....I am impatient. 

You all will soon see why.