Bully Without Jams

Chapter 32

I'm dejectedly sitting on dressing table stool facing mirror with warm towel resting on my back. This all happened after selling my soul to HIM because of worst disease called laziness.

My eye darts from floor to his attentive reflection on mirror, his head tilted to side as his hazel gaze observe my hair while wearing permanent frown for whole 5 minutes as if my hair is some sort of newly discovered ancient arthropod in the name of weirdness.

"Oh! I almost mistook as a old broom, it's a hair" he exclaimed choking in air then nodded to himself approvingly like he just solved hardest case in his life career of detective.

What the BEEP?

I didn't response him back, his serious eyes meets my glare in reflection and his brake failed mouth didn't stop there

"This is personal question but do you use your head to break eggshells?"

"Shut the hell up! What's your problem?"

His lip tugs up from side with amusement lacing in his low tone "You can't stop me for raising voice against hair abuse Y/N-shi"

"Hair abuse?" I scoffed tilting my head so I could look at him, "Says the one who used his "pals" to pour L sized milk box on my head"

"It was advertisement of free haircare sponsored by Park Jimin" He intoned peering into my face with smile.

I let out sarcastic fake laugh which subsides into dangerous daggers shooting at him and drawled, "What a low standard"

No one ever warned him about risks of provoking a women on periods?

He remain unbothered simply making my head turn back to mirror and begins to rub towel on my head like nanny.

"What are you doing?" I narrowed my eyes arching one eyebrow questioningly.

"Obviously drying drenched bird nest"

He twists my hair strand around his finger, "If you want good hair you better listen to me" He suddenly runs his fingers through his hair like he is trying to give audition for shampoo commerical.

I blinks... My finger is itching to ruffles his hair like puppy but I force myself to push this thought away.

Using my silence as another chance to insult. He asked, "Did NASA used your head to launch rocket?"

I lean forward aiming for comb on dressing table but he snatched it on time before my hand could reach there.

I lift my face up to look but immediately regret it when his face is towering over my mine, "No violence" He warned with victory smirk.

How does he know?

"What are you accusing me for?" I act innocent lowering my face to look at my reflection, avoiding his gaze.

"Really?" He snickered leaning away from me, "It's frail spikes are gonna break combing your nest hair anyway, so there's no need to break that by beating me"

"I wasn't going to beat you duh! I was going to push it inside your throat" I threatened.

"Look at this" He bend down near to my ear level holding me captive under his intense gaze in the reflection "You are baby girl who needs care, yet you act like this..." He seductively whispered, his dark orbs drifting from mirror to my side face.

"I am not baby, but a queen" To sass, I flip my wet hair, accidentally slapping his face and it sticks on it like harrassed octopus.

After moment of silent, laugh bubbles up inside me seeing his puzzled face, "HA! HA! I raise them so well I won't change it!"