Dimples
797 Words
"He's all yours, I still have a date to attend."
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"Where are you?" Nica said through the phone while Taehyung was on his way to their meeting place.
"Calm down babe, no need to be so needy."
"WHAT --- Don't babe me--?!"
"See you in a bit," Taehyung cut her off, "Babe," he added then immediately ended the call.
He enjoys teasing the girl, since she's easily annoyed.
He smiled to himself, he could already imagine her face right now.
Taehyung turned to an alley full of boutiques, shops and stores that all looked like on the high end, where only rich people would be crazy enough to pay a visit. Taehyung walked straight ahead not minding the occasional judgmental looks he'd get from some of the people on the street.
Soon enough, Taehyung's steps came into a halt, he looked at the address Nica texted him on his phone and stared right ahead.
He just found himself standing in front of a salon.
"What in the hell--?"
"Took you long enough," Nica's voice suddenly emerged from somewhere which caused him to look around seeing the girl was standing by the salon's door looking at him.
"Why?"
"Huh? Why what?"
"Why, this?" Taehyung said while waving his arms around emphasizing the salon's establishment.
"Because you need a makeover," she said dragging Taehyung inside, "Come on."
As soon as they both entered the salon Nica entangled her fingers with Taehyung making the guy's cheeks turned pinkish red.
The strong smell of chemicals seeped through Taehyung's nose making him wrinkle his nose a little bit. The interior of the parlor got his attention fast, it was very spacious with a not too bright, but not too dark lighting. Lanes of huge mirrors flashed on their left side along with these comfortable looking chairs. There were only a few customers that day so the whole area was almost too silent. The walls were covered with dirty-white colored stone while the flooring was tiled with a grayish black hue.
Taehyung noticed a female worker doing a customer's hair, her black skirt was too short showing a good portion of her thigh which made the poor guy gulped down a good amount of his saliva.
Nice squeezed his hand almost too tight as if there were some inner rage in her, "Ah!' Taehyung sounded into a whisper.
"Remember, you're boyfriend," Nica whispered on his ear just in time for the hairdresser to turn around to see them.
"So this is the lucky guy," a handsome looking man in front of them said, his dimples formed through his cheeks as he smiled and his eyes turned into a crescent, "what do you want me to do with him Nica?"
"Make him a boyfriend material," Nica answered leaving Taehyung's mouth open for a few seconds.
"But I already am babe," Taehyung said with a bit of annoyance.
"Right," Nica agreed looking at him then back at the hairdresser, "more boyfriend material," she corrected herself, "you know my parents," she kinda whispered to the hairdresser and the man nodded as if understanding what the girl was implying.
"As you wish. Follow me."
They followed the hairdresser at one of the VIP rooms of the salon. The guy made Taehyung sit on the chair facing the mirror and he bit his lips while staring at his reflection.
Makeover huh.
"Don't worry, he doesn't bite. And he's straight," Nica said before turning towards the door, "I think," she added.
"Nica," the hairdresser called out before she could close the door, "what's your favorite color?"
"Gray."
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"Calm down dude," the hairdresser said, "my name is Namjoon by the way," and he smiled, with that dimple effect again, so illegal.
Namjoon started by getting all the necessary equipment and stuffs for the said makeover. He was very swift and smooth at the same time with his movements assuring Taehyung that the guy actually does know what he's doing.
While Namjoon started to cut some of Taehyung's hair, the younger guy couldn't ignore the fact that the hairdresser's hands were beautiful.
Almost like of a girl's.
Namjoon started mixing some thick liquid on a container which instantly caught Taehyung's attention.
"What's that?" he asked.
Namjoon's lips curved into an almost wicked smirk.
"I'm going to change your hair color."
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It's more than four hours already and Nica was getting impatient so she stomped her feet while standing up and strode her way towards the VIP room of the salon.
"It didn't even take this long when he worked on me," she mumbled.
She knocked on the door a few times before turning the knob around, "I'm going in, it's taking too long," she called out and entered the room only to see the two guys --....
///TBC
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