nephophilia | myg

三十

"hey kori, what happened?"

"uh i tried to cut my own hair, but i kinda messed up."

"why didn't you say so? i'll cut it for you. come on in."

"thank you yoongi."

"anyway just so you know, i'm not that good at it."

"haha, anything is fine."

yoongi was in the midst of cutting my hair; i can see him biting the the corner of his lip and his eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

i held myself from laughing at his cute face.

"kori, what's so funny?"

"oh, i was just thinking that you look so cute when you're concentrating."

i puffed my cheeks to hold back my laughter.

"h-hey."

yoongi's faced was flushed all the way to his ears.

"what is it that you like about me anyway, yoongi?
i'm such a stupid girl."

"yikes, where did that come from? geez, you can be so blunt.
but that's one of the things that i like about you.

you aren't two faced at all.

love games are so complicated. i hate playing those games."

things were quiet now as he continued to trim my hair.

"but don't you want to take my clothes off and do stuff?"

"hang on...

alright done! having your bangs slightly
above your eyebrows makes you look like a kid, but it makes you look cute too!"

yoongi patted my head softly and i smile warmly at his gentle touch.

"anyway, i will. we'll get around to that stage eventually.
but i'm having plenty of fun the way things are now."