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"Oh my God!" Yeonjun exclaimed, getting up from where he was laying down on Beomgyu's stomach.
It was a lazy Sunday, they were both relaxing, just enjoying each other's company while they scrolled through social media on their phones. Occasionally one of them would laugh and share whatever they saw. It was fun. Daylight was streaming softly through their window. They had nowhere to be. They could just exist with each other and Beomgyu loved it.
Except for whenever Yeonjun moved. He tended to push into Beomgyu's stomach before getting up, and it was a nasty habit that left Beomgyu winded all the time.
"What now?" Beomgyu groaned, curling in on himself a little at the sharp pain.
"Oh my God," Yeonjun repeated, rapidly looking up from his phone at him, like he was comparing Beomgyu to something. "Get up, get up. Get up right now."
"What is it? You're gonna tell me or what?"
"Get up," Yeonjun insisted. He moved as well, getting out of the bed and in front of their dresser. He grabbed some things out of the drawers and gave Beomgyu a look that roughly translated to - get up now.
Beomgyu groaned again. He was so comfortable! His bed had the perfect dent of him, since he had been laying in that exact spot for hours. He was warm, he was comfortable, and of course Yeonjun couldn't have that. He wanted to roll his eyes and protest, but ultimately he got up. He really could never say no to Yeonjun. "What is it?"
"I saw this hairstyle," Yeonjun gushed. "It would look so good on you, so sit your ass down and let me try it."
"Not again! Last time you tried it, you had to cut a strand of my hair out cause the hair ties got so tangled in it."
"That was then, this is now. I can do this one, come on, and you'll look so cute. Come on, do it for your boyfriend? Please? Pretty please?" Yeonjun whined. He had a whole pout on his face, and his eyes were lit up and Beomgyu was so helpless.
"Of course," Beomgyu said, he knew he looked like a fool. He was sure he had the dopiest smile on his face. And how could he not? When his boyfriend was being so cute? "I trust you. Just a bit though."
Yeonjun smirked. And then, cruelly, because he was cruel, don't let the pout and the starry eyes fool you, he grabbed Beomgyu by the waist, pulled him close, and then tickled him! Mercilessly, relentlessly! And he had Beomgyu laughing so hard he could feel tears in his eyes, and it just wasn't fair. "Just a bit, huh?" Yeonjun said, voice questioning, but he continued to tickle Beomgyu until he was gasping for air.
"No! I trust you a lot!" Beomgyu replied, trying to breathe through. "Please, hyung, stop!"
"Let me do your hair," Yeonjun demanded.
"You can!"
"Say you love me," he said again.
"I love you! Hyung, pleasee," Beomgyu whined, still trying to escape Yeonjun's hold, but playfully, always playfully.
"Okay, I guess I can let you go." And thankfully, he did, but not without pressing a quick kiss on Beomgyu's cheek. "No more stalling, sit down and let me do your hair."
The whiplash from playful to playfully serious when Beomgyu was still trying to recover his breath was very sudden, so he sat down, without any further protest. He couldn't say no even if he tried. On the surface in front of him, Yeonjun had laid out some hair clips, pink hair ties, and some glitter?
"If you put glitter in my hair, I'll put glitter in your shampoo," Beomgyu threatened.
"Calm down, it's not glitter. It's tinsel," Yeonjun replied, and through the mirror Beomgyu saw him rolling his eyes, so he obviously poked his tongue out at him. "Keep doing that, and I'll bite your tongue."
"Oh you wish you could bite me," Beomgyu winked at him, obnoxiously, laughing hysterically when Yeonjun made a face at him.
"Sit still now, I wanna get this right," Yeonjun said, his tongue poking out in concentration, and he turned his whole focus on Beomgyu's hair.
First, Yeonjun combed his hair out, gently, so softly, guiding his fingers through each strand. He never pulled on anything, and it was such a soothing rhythm it had Beomgyu drifting off in minutes. Yeonjun didn't say anything through it either. He hummed a little, but that was it. He softly separated sections of Beomgyu's hair, and after a certain point, Beomgyu closed his eyes and just let himself feel.
It must have been over twenty minutes when Beomgyu opened his eyes because he felt some tugging in his hair. Honestly, he wished he had kept them closed for longer. "What have you done?" he asked, eyes wide in horror as his hair twinkled back at him.
"Tinsel," Yeonjun said smugly.
"You're sure it isn't glitter?" Beomgyu pressed. He raised his hand to touch his hair and Yeonjun slammed it away.
"Of course! And don't touch it yet, I'm still doing it and if you ruin the sections I'll leave you like this."
"Like this? As in, my hair half-braided with glittery tinsel shining back at me? I think you put too much on, my hair is reflective now."
"Great, I can see my face whenever I want then."
"You're an idiot," Beomgyu said, "And you're doing that braid wrong."
Yeonjun paused, frowned. "No, I'm not, you're just being mean."
"No, I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to twist them like that."
"That doesn't even make sense, oh my God. Just let me finish this. Don't worry, cub, you still look pretty."
"Yeah, of course I do," Beomgyu scoffed, jokingly. He would have flipped his hair back if Yeonjun wouldn't have killed him for it.
Yeonjun didn't reply to him, which was rude, but he kept his focus on braiding tinsels through his hair and soon enough, he was done. He stepped back with a flourish, and did jazz hands over the top of his head as if doing a grand reveal. He was such a dork, and oh, how much Beomgyu loved him for it.
"I love you."
"I know."