My Cat Hybrid : kth

Twenty Five.

"No! I don't want to go!" Taehyung whined, slipping out of Jasmine's grasp and running around the other side of the living room, the couch being the only obstacle between them.

"Your hair is getting too long tiger, it's covering your eyes when you walk and you're going to trip and hurt yourself." Jasmine reprimanded, running around the couch to try to get to him, but it was no use as he just ran in the same direction to stay completely opposite of her. Taehyung knew she was right, the tips of his wavy fringe was almost touching the mole on his nose and although it did impair his eyesight, he loved his hair longer in length.

"No!" He hissed, scampering around the corner to hide around the kitchen table. Jasmine scrambled after him, huffing. "Why don't you want a hair cut?" She bellowed, reaching for grab the back of his shirt but he just crawled swiftly under the table to the other side. Struggling, she slowly got onto her hands and knees and followed, although not nearly as graceful as the lithe cat. He was already making his way up the stairs when she finally stood up.

"They always cut my hair too short, I like it long. And they always pull my ears. And it hurts so I don't wanna go." He hissed with his brows furrowed and his tail sticking up straight into the air, ears pulled back as his hands went up and cupped them. Jasmine paused at his words. Well it was true that people weren't really keen on hybrids so if they did go to a hair salon, they would get different treatment, but there were specific salons that catered to hybrid haircuts. His previous owner must not have cared.

"How about we go to a hairdresser that specifically cuts hybrid hair?" She asked, slowly approaching his form on the top of the stairs. His nose wrinkled at the idea. "No," he said bluntly. "The smell in hair salons always hurt my nose. Like it's burning all my senses. And the shampoo always gets into my ears and they don't wash it out."  He shook his head as he shivered, trying to rid the memory.

"Okay then, how about I cut your hair?" Taehyung's eyes snapped to hers, hidden under the thin veil of his dark hair, obscuring her view of his beautiful eyes. Taehyung hesistated. "Will it hurt if you do it?" He asked in a small voice. Slowly approaching the cat, she stood in front of him and intertwined her fingers in his big hand.

"I'll be gentle," she promised. "I won't cut off too much, just enough so that it's not covering your pretty eyes." A shy smile appeared on Taehyung's lips at her flattery and he nodded slightly, giving his consent. She smiled and reached up and petted his ears before pulling him along to the bathroom. He dragged his feet, slowly trudging along. He was dreading his haircut but he knew Jasmine wouldn't intentionally hurt him.

Jasmine pulled a stool into the bathroom for Taehyung to sit on and prompted him to take a seat. With a heavy sigh, he slid into his seat, slouching in displeasure. "You'll be fine, tiger," she encouraged. "Now can you please take off your shirt and pants." She instructed. "The less hair on your clothes the better and less itchy you will get." She added, running to get scissors from her kit in her closet. Jasmine didn't have much experience with hair cutting, but she would trim her cousins hair whenever it got too long and she would also trim her own hair, often cutting her own front layers to frame around her face, as well as trimming her ends whenever she deemed necessary.

When she made her way back to the bathroom, her breath caught in her throat. Taehyung was facing away from her slipping off his white t-shirt, slowly exposing his broad back inch by inch until he pulled the shirt off entirely, ruffling his hair with his fingers. Coughing awkwardly, heat coloured her cheeks as she averted her gaze, placing the combs and scissors into the bathroom table.

Tossing his shirt into the hamper, he reached for the band of his grey sweats and pushed them down his toned legs before also throwing them into the hamper and settling back into his seat. This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have asked him to take off his clothes. But his hair would have made him itchy if I didn't. Jasmine's internal battle was brought to an end as Taehyung's voice cut through the air. "Ready, J." He said lowly. She took in a deep breath, steeling herself.

Turning around, she forced herself to look into his eyes to avoid the temptation, but it was all for naught. Her eyes slowly trailed down his face to his bare, broad shoulders before moving to his sunkissed torso that was softly toned with just the right amount of definition. As her gaze moved lower, his black briefs that hung low on his hips and perfectly sculpted around his thick thighs made her swallow loudly before her soft lips parted. It didn't help that he was manspreading so she could see every-

"Ahem." Taehyung coughed, his eyes twinkling in amusement. Jasmine's eyes snapped up to his, shaking out of her daze. At the mischievous glint I'm his eyes, her heart thumped hard in her chest. She was caught staring.

"Take a picture, baby, it'll last longer." His voice was smooth like velvet, goosebumps erupting along her skin. She cleared her throat to ease her nerves and raised her brow.

"Why, when I can touch all I want." She replied lightly, slowly trailing the pad of her index finger from the top of his Adam's apple all the way to the band of his briefs, where she fingered with the edge. Taehyung's eyes darkened, his pupils taking on a more slitted appearance. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close between his spread thighs.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."