it had been a few weeks since hoseok had been to the hair salon. he was craving yoongi's touch and he wanted to go back so badly, but he knew he didn't really need a haircut.

he felt like such a pervert. yoongi was doing something as innocent as cutting his hair for him and hoseok twisted it into something more for his own satisfaction.

it's not my fault, though, right?

i can't help it if i'm turned on by something.

hoseok tried to make himself feel better, but it was no use. he still felt like shit about the whole thing.

he was broken out of his thoughts when namjoon spoke up.

"are you like... dead or something?"

"what?"

"you've just been laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling for like ten minutes. what's going on with you?"

hoseok just shook his head, sighing.

"just tell me, hobi. i can tell when you're keeping stuff from me."

"fine," he said, needing to get it off his chest, anyways, "i wanna go back to the salon, but my hair still looks good."

"...wait, what? why would you wanna go back if your hair looks good?"

"because..."

"because, why?"

"...yoongi."

"yoongi? who's yoongi?" namjoon asked, confused, "wait, is he the guy who got you all hot and bothered?"

"...yeah. but i didn't really tell you the whole story."

"what? tell me."

"well, i didn't just get hard because he was hot. i mean... he was definitely hot, but that's not-"

"just say it."

"okay, okay. well, you know how i'm not really... experienced. like... sexually."

"yeah."

"well.., since i've never really done anything like that with anyone, i didn't know i was into this, but-"

"just spit it out."

"i guess... i like... enjoyed it when he touched my hair. like... too much. but not just touched my hair. i liked when he pulled it and yanked my head back and stuff."

namjoon was shocked. that definitely wasn't what he expected.

"oh."

"oh?"

"so, you're saying that you have a crush on your hairdresser and you like when he pulls and touches your hair?"

"yeah, pretty much."

"so, you have a hair-pulling kink. what's the big deal?"

"i just feel weird about it."

"why?"

"because joon. ever since that day, i've wanted nothing more than to run back, sit down on his chair, and have him run his fingers through my hair."

"when you say, 'sit down on his chair' do you mean an actual chair or his di-"

"namjoon!"

"sorry, sorry. i'm just not seeing the problem."

"it's creepy! he didn't ask to be used in that way."

"well... is he into you?"

"i don't know... i don't think so. he never really flirted with me or anything. he did call my hair beautiful once, but i think that was just cause he's a hairdresser, you know?"

"well... maybe you've just gotta seduce him."

"what?"

"you know... look all cute and flirt around with him. see what happens."

"i can't do that! i can barely even talk to him."

"well... maybe he already likes you and you're just a dumbass. he said your hair is beautiful, right?"

"well... yeah."

"what did he say exactly?"

"well, i was going off about how much i hated my hair and how it was driving me crazy. he pretty much just said, 'how could it drive you crazy? it's so beautiful,' it was sweet, but i don't think he meant anything by it."

"really? how did he say it?"

"he just said it, i don't know. nobody's ever really liked me before, so even if he did like me, i wouldn't be able to tell."

"don't be so coy, hoseok. you're fucking hot. i'm sure he's into you- as long as he's into guys."

"hey, at least i'm not all cocky, thinking that everyone has a crush on me," hoseok said, jokingly.

"what are you trying to say?"

"nothing," hoseok said, raising his eyebrow, cockily and standing up from the floor.

"that girl at the movies did like me! she kept staring at me and giggling," namjoon said, defending himself.

"or maybe it was because you were chowing down on the popcorn like a fucking cow and spilling it all over yourself."

"hey, i hadn't eaten all day! i was starving."

"yeah, yeah. but really, what should i do?"

"i don't know. just mess up your hair, and then say you need it fixed. then you get what you want and he never has to know. then, if you're sure you like him, you can ask him out."

"but i feel guilty, remember?"

"don't. what he doesn't know won't hurt him. besides, he'd probably be into it, anyways."

"you think so?"

"yeah, for sure. if i was dating someone with a hot ass kink like that, i'd be all over it."

"alright. then let's go fuck up my hair."

-

"joon, this looks awful! it's great!"

hoseok always colored his hair at home and he was amazing at it, but he had learned from experience, so he knew very well how to mess it up.

he had purposefully done a bunch of splotchy patches of red, that looked like a first grader had done it.

"yoongi's gonna think i'm crazy."

"oh, well. at least you can get yourself off," namjoon said, nonchalantly.

-

hoseok and namjoon had finally arrived at the salon after a few minutes of hoseok's nervous rambling.

"you'll be fine, seok. just go."

"but, what if he's not there? i don't even know if he works tonight."

"well... cross your fingers."

namjoon pulled up right in front of the salon, motioning for hoseok to get out.

"o-okay. bye, joonie," he said, nervously stepping out of the car.

"bye, seok. i'll wait out here for you, okay? be careful," namjoon said, handing him his bag.

"okay, t-thanks."

hoseok shut the door, and shuffled his feet to the sidewalk.

hoseok was a very capable guy, but when he got nervous or tired or... drunk, he'd start acting all soft and cute. namjoon thought it was adorable. it was a great feeling to be looking out for the other because he cared about him so much. their relationship had so many layers. in the morning they could be cussing each other out and joking around, but by night they'd be spilling secrets and cuddling up on the couch. they really were soulmates. it was never romantic or sexual, though. they were just friends. best friends.

hoseok made it to the door and pulled it open, nervously making his way to the front desk. he noticed it was the same girl as the last time, making the whole situation even more humiliating.

"hoseok, nice to see you back. do you have an appointment?" she asked, trying not to look at his hair.

"...no. i don't have an appointment or anything. i was just wondering if... y-yoongi's here? or if he has any openings or anything. i know he may not be here, so it's fine if-"

"don't worry about it. yoongi's here and i don't think he has any more clients booked tonight. but i'll go ask him to be sure, okay? wait here."

hoseok saw her run to the back. he looked around the salon and noticed there was really no one there. he assumed it was most likely because it was almost eight o'clock on a tuesday night.

he was so lost in thought, that he didn't even notice yoongi walking up to him.

"hey," yoongi said, reaching his hand up and brushing over hoseok's arm.

hoseok shuddered and looked up, jumping when he saw yoongi standing there.

"h-hey, yoongi."

"what do we have here?" he asked, running his fingers through hoseok's hair.

his knees almost buckled at the touch. his eyes shut, parting his mouth slightly.

yoongi pulled his hand away and hoseok was finally able to reply.

"i-i just wanted to color my hair... for fun. i messed it up, though. i need you to fix it... if you can."

"yeah... i can fix it," yoongi said, looking at him, suspiciously.

they walked over to his chair and hoseok sat down, getting deja vu.

"oh, sorry. we should actually go over to the rinsing bowl. we need to wash your hair first."

"o-okay."

they both walked over and hoseok sat down, feeling a bit weird about the whole situation.

"here, lean your head back."

yoongi grabbed his head and firmly pulled him back, his head resting on the washbowl.

hoseok almost whined at the touch, starting to get that feeling again.

"i'm gonna turn the water on, okay?"

"a-alright."

yoongi turned on the water and grabbed the sprayer into his hand, moving it all over hoseok's head.

it felt amazing. hoseok could barely take it. and it only got worse when yoongi put the water sprayer down and started massaging his head, delicately.

"feels good, hm?"

"ugh- yeah."

hoseok didn't mean to grunt, but he couldn't help it.

yoongi pumped some shampoo into his hand and started rubbing it through hoseok's hair.

"mmm-"

a few small whimpers sounded from him. he couldn't hold it back. he wasn't worried, though, because he didn't think yoongi would be able to hear over the water, anyways.

he was scrubbing his head, massaging the shampoo into his scalp.

hoseok could feel the tent in his pants, but he wasn't gonna do anything to hide it. he was too focused on the pleasure to care about anything else.

eventually, he rinsed out the shampoo, soothingly, and started on the conditioner. this time, he just rubbed it in, instead of scrubbing.

"your hair's really soft. you may have fucked up the color, but damn. it's still pretty."

hoseok could have came. it was so hard to hold it back, but he managed to make it through, with a deep and shaky breath. it was the mixture of praise and the hair touching that got him so worked up.

"t-thank you."

yoongi responded by slowly rubbing circles on his scalp.

he could barely keep quiet, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. he couldn't tell if yoongi was purposefully teasing him or if it was all in his head.

hoseok was pushing his head into yoongi's hand, wanting more of his touch. he didn't know if yoongi had any clue what was going on, but at this point, he didn't care.

yoongi responded by grabbing a section of hoseok's hair and pulling it, firmly.

hoseok tried one last time to hold off his orgasm, but he couldn't do it.

"y-yoongi~"

with a quiet moan of yoongi's name, he came all over the inside of his pants, quickly feeling drenched.

after he calmed down a bit, he just sat there, not being able to move. he was in pure shock.

holy shit.

i just came in my pants.

he wasn't even paying attention to yoongi. he was too focused on what had just happened to his body.

he felt yoongi hesitate, hands coming away from his head, and turning off the water.
then, after a moment, he walked over to stand in front of hoseok.

he crouched down beside him and tried to make eye contact. hoseok couldn't even look at him, he was so embarrassed. yoongi reached his hand up and grabbed onto hoseok's chin, angling it towards him.

"did i just make you do something embarrassing?" yoongi asked, glancing at the wet spot on his jeans.

hoseok just nodded, shyly, with a flushed face.

"well... are you all done?"

"i don't know... i-i'm really sorry. t-that's never happened to me before. i-"

"shhh- don't apologize. it's okay."

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heyyyyy guys 🤠 i honestly don't even know what i'm doing with this story lol

hoseok rlly came from yoongi messing with his hair lmao. why do i write this shit💀