bangtan one shots

leave my hair alone. ⇒ min yoongi

you sat next to yoongi while he was working at his desk, his index finger clicking the left side of the mouse every once in a while. you had nothing better to do so you wanted to watch your boyfriend work on his new song, however things took a slight turn. instead of looking at the computer screen and actually paying attention to what your boyfriend was doing, your eyes had found their way to yoongi's head, more specifically his hair. he had a black hat on so the ends of his hair were sticking out under the hat. he probably didn't want to work with his head of hair after he woke up, which explained why he was simply wearing this hat around the house: to hide his bedhead. your hair-stylist nature eyed his brown locks. his hair was getting long and while you were always the person that dyed his hair, you had never gotten a chance to actually cut it. maybe a small trim, but it wasn't much of a difference. you sighed and reached up, gently tugging on the ends. yoongi was due for a haircut and you wanted nothing more than to do the job yourself, as a hair stylist. "babe?" you spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence in the studio.

"hmm." he replied, his gaze not leaving the screen.

you gently rubbed some of his hair between your fingers. now you were paranoid, you needed to cut his hair. it would do you both some good. "can i give you a haircut?"

"no." he replied, not even a second after the words left your lips.

"why not?"

"just no."

you pouted and removed your hand from his hair. "it's going to bother me."

"that sounds like a personal problem." yoongi really did not want you to cut his hair and he didn't care that you were extremely annoyed.

"just a simple trim. you're close to getting some split ends."

yoongi finally looked at you, leaning closer to you. you stared into his eyes, expecting him to finally comply to your wish. but instead he said, "you're not cutting my hair. you're going to mess it up."

you gasped and pushed him away. "do you not remember all the times i've dyed your hair?"

"dyeing, not cutting."

"i've given your hair trims."

"hardly."

"why are you so picky? i'm a professional hair stylist, min yoongi."

"leave my hair alone." he said, turning back to his computer.

you sighed in defeat, finding yourself attracted to his hair once again. your hand slowly came up once again. you couldn't stop yourself from brushing your fingers through his hair. there wasn't a lot to play with. you gently tugged on the ends, just playing with his hair. for yoongi, he always enjoyed this type of affection, even if it wasn't entirely affection. he was only a softy for you and when he was inside the walls of your home. so the feeling of your fingers running through his hair distracted him, filling his body with warmth. he slowly smiled to himself. was he really going to do this? yes, yes he was.

"fine, you can cut my hair." yoongi finally agreed.

you were too distracted by his hair that you were shocked by his words. "are you messing with me?"

"oh, now you don't want to do it?" yoongi teased.

"no, i do, i do." you smiled. you loved being a hair stylist and now you got to cut yoongi's hair, something he never let you do because he was too picky. you jumped out of your seat and grabbed yoongi's face, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek and lips. "i get to finally cut yoongi's hair!"

yoongi could only look at you with love in his eyes, even if you were just getting hyped up over being able to cut his hair.