Sometimes, you do things and you do them not because you are thinking but because you are feeling. Because you are feeling too much. And you can't always control the things you do when you are feeling too much.
(Agust D story)
"Yes, I want to do it and it isn't my first time either."
I looked down at Yoongi who was sitting still on my chair in the kitchen. His hair was still wet from the shower he took a few minutes ago. Small water drops were forming on the tip of his raven black hair, which he tried to swipe away. The drop slowly travelled down from his fingertips to the back of his pale hand.
We were eating dinner as I noticed his uneven haircut, so I offered him to cut his hair. However, as he agreed to let me do it, he didn't need to finish his sentence, because I was already getting my equipment. Almost tripping over my own legs, I made my way back to Yoongi after I grabbed a pair of scissors, a hairbrush and a towel that I placed around his neck.
"Ok! Here we go." I chirped.
I began to brush his hair down and noticed that he had uneven strands of hair on his sides. Did he cut his hair with a sharp stone? I should cut his sides and back shorter than the front. Yeah, that should look good!
"So, how old are you, Yoongi?"
"23, and you?"
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Oh, we have quite the age gap. I thought that he would be around my age.
"I will turn 20 soon... like, in 10 months." I fell silent after that. Was it reckless to invite him home? He is four years older than me though and a stranger after all... But looking out of the window made me realize again why I did what I did. It's raining cats and dogs outside and the temperatures dropped to minus 2 degrees.
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No way he could sleep outside.
"Lemmy, I can leave anytime when you feel uncomfortable around me." was all that he whispered with closed eyes. Yoongi must have sensed my hesitation.
But a small part of me doesn't want him to leave me....
"No, stay."
I continued to cut his hair without saying another word. The uncomfortable silence went on for a few minutes before he broke it with a small forced cough.
