You stand in front of the mirror. You pouted as you played with your dull hair. You needed a haircut. Mark was laying on his bed, texting people on his phone. 

"Should I cut my hair?" You asked as you stared at your hair.

 "Why? You don't like it?" Mark responded, not looking up from his phone. 

"I just feel... feel like it's a bit old." You replied as you ran your finger through your hair. 

"I think it looks nice." Mark said as he just glanced up from his phone. 

"Oh really?" You turn around to look at him. 

"Yes. Of course. You look good everyday, no matter what you do." Mark responded.

"Aw that's so nice. But I think my hair disagrees." You said as you ruffled your hair to a mess. 

"Then what kind of haircut do you want to do?" Mark asked as he sat up on the bed.

"Hmm.." You thought

The room was silent for a few seconds before Mark spoke again. 

"How about I cut it for you?" Mark smiled as he put down his phone. 

You looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" You chuckled. 

"One hundred percent." Mark said as he moved closer to you. 

"You're just going to mess it up even more." You smiled.

"No I won't. Don't you trust me?" Mark smiled back. 

"Aigoo. Fine.. BUT, you have to promise me that you will do a good job." You began.

"Of course I will do a good job." Mark replied with confidence. 

"AND if you don't you're paying for my bill at the hair salon." You smile. 

"Hah. Fine. But, I won't be spending money today." Mark responded as he left the bad and came closer to you.

Mark approached you calmly. You look up at Mark's eyes and smile. 

"You better not mess it up." You smile as you look up at him.

"I won't." He smiled down.

Mark gently pushed you onto a chair and ran to get some scissors and a towel. 

"Shouldn't we cut it somewhere else? Like the living room?... I don't want hair in the bedroom" You yelled out. 

"Okay! Meet me in the living room then." Mark yelled across the apartment. 

You ran into the living room to see Mark ready with everything. He held the scissors with is right hand and a towel in his left. He stood next to a chair, waiting for you to come. You swiftly move and sit on the chair. 

"Are you ready?" He asked as he wrapped the towel around your neck. 

"Ready as I'll ever be." You smirked. 

"Don't worry. I'll make it the best haircut you have ever seen." Mark said cockily. 

"Mhmm. It better be." You replied. 

You felt Mark gather up all your hair with his hands. He brushed your hair and started to cut. You heard the snipping of the scissors. You could hear Mark's breath as well. 

After the haircut

"Okay, I think I'm done." Mark said pulling away. 

"Really? So fast." You said as you quickly touch your hair to feel it's length. 

You felt that ends of your hair touching your shoulders. 

"Mark, I want to see how you did." You said as you got up from the chair and heading to the bedroom.

You look into the mirror to see yourself. 

"Oh. My. God." You exclaim. 

Mark hurriedly comes in right after you.

"What? You don't like it?" Mark questioned. 

You look at yourself in the mirror and give an assuring nod. 

"It's alright." You nod. 

"Aigoo ________." Mark sighed. 

Mark came closer to you as he snaked his arms around your waist. 

"You look perfect any shape or form." Mark whispered. 

A faint blush spread across your cheeks as he held your tighter. 

"Are you satisfied?" Mark said, putting his face nearly inches away from yours.

"Yes." You respond as you kissed him.

You both pulled away from the kiss. 

"Now I can mess up your hair even more." Mark grinned happily as he tousled your hair. 

Your hair now covered your entire face. You blew air from your mouth and lifted some strands out of your face. 

"Thank you Jagi." You smiled as you kissed Mark's cheek. 

"No problem ______." Mark smiled back.

YES I KNOW! This was probably very boring! I'm sorry! But, thank you for reading this anyways! Also, if you wondering what the haircut looks like, it looks like this:

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