Firstly, it's a working title. So please let me know if there is a story by this name. Thx.
In truth. I just started writing (this story out of the blue, I should say). (I have missed writing stories), I have so many stories to write. Not just EXO fanfic but other stories that have been sitting on the shelves of my mind for the past four years. Now that I have quit my job to take some time off for myself, I'll have time to get to some of them.
This story has no real direction. It's a wave. So enjoy the ride.
She gazed at him from where she stood against the vanity, waiting for an answer but he just kept looking at himself in the mirror. His head moving from side to side, examining the style she gave him. From the beginning, he's been like this, always examining, never saying anything, at least not until after she's walked away. Yet he sits waiting for her to fix his hair every time. Three stylists and three make-up artists and he waits for her. At first she thought it was because she was new but now, it's like he's doing it on purpose. She knew the minute she goes to the next one, he'll say some thing sarcastic about the style.
She risked asking, yet again, "Well... is there some thing wrong? Can it be better?" These were things he would say after she would leave his side.
He shrugs. Shrugging in that unsatisfied-but-I'll-take-it kinda way.
She stepped back behind him, looking at his reflection in the mirror one last time, running her finger tips up the hairline along his temple, pushing her fingers thru the longer part at the top.
He leaned his head back a bit as she did this. She hadn't noticed how much his breathing had changed. She was too concerned with his hair. He didn't want her to stop, he wanted her to stay and keep playing with his hair, he wanted her to stay and be near him. Not across the room with one of his hyungs, playing with their hair, smiling and laughing.
Smiling and laughing, he didn't know how to make her smile and laugh. He froze up every time. Once the make-up artist is finished, he waits for her to come work on him, trying to think what to say to make her feel comfortable. He botches it up every time though, his tone is all wrong. What is supposed to sound like a joke, is too serious. After their first conversation, it seemed they didn't say much to one another and that hurt him.
He brushed his own fingers along the hair standing up hoping to catch her hand. His heart is beating hard as he does it quickly... unfortunately, too quick. He practically pushed her hand away. He looks away from the mirror, "Are you done?", he asks. Pretending to be indifferent, cold. He glances back at the mirror, only to watch her reflection walking away. He put his hand up to cradle his face, thinking how embarrassing.
Someones hand pulled his arm down and whispered, "Your make-up, dongsaeng, be careful." His hyung who was sitting next to him the whole time, watching, eyed him and then twirled around to the hairstylist that just walked away. "So tell me little brother, why are you like that... towards that one?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about?"
Her eyes widen, her hand still in mid-air, taking a step back from him.
She walks away to the next victim, who was just sitting quietly reading a book. She greets him and he greets her back, "Ah noona, you're here, finally." he leans back, "make me beautiful, make the girls scream." He says laughing his infectious laugh.
She shakes her head and smirks, "As you wish."
"So noona... what did you do for the weekend? Any fun?" He asks as she brushes through his hair, taking measure on what needs to be done.
She sighed disappointedly, "None. Whatsoever."
He gave a comic grimace, "Nothing? You live a very boring life noona. You need a boyfriend. Someone who will take you out, show you around....." He sat up straight, twirled around to face her, "Have you ever dated anyone younger?" His little face serious as hell until his luscious full lips started to curl in the corner.
She huffed and tsk'd, swung his chair back around, "Hold still or else I might burn something off that I can't afford to pay for."
As she worked on his hair, she happen to glance over to where she had previously been at. He was just sitting there, talking to his hyung, his back turned, his head tilted back, his face to the ceiling, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. So gorgeous...
"OWW!" Was all she heard. She looked down and seen a red mark on his neck.
"Oh shit" she said in plain English. She grabbed him by the arm before anyone else could come see what had happened. Instantly she took him to the first aide kit that was down the hall in the break room. No one was around, no one had followed them. She pulled a chair out and made him sit.
"Put your head down." she said pushing his head forward. She opened the first aide kit, popped the burn spray cap off with one hand and slowly began squirting a little at a time. She blew on his neck, making him moan a little, trying to get the spray to dry quickly. "I'm so sorry." She blew on it again, "I can't believe my mind wandered like that. oh my god...."
She sprayed the spot again and blew on it again. She couldn't help from admiring his skin. It was beautifully smooth, an amazing slightly darker tone than the others. She couldn't believe how divine these guys were, look wise that is,
"It should go away by the time you go on stage. I've used this stuff before, it works very well."
He was biting his lip every time she blew on his neck. It felt good but he kept telling himself that she was doing her job. He hoped she didn't catch those little moans (she did). He swallowed hard, his throat went gone dry.
"You never answered my question. Have you... no, Would you date someone younger?" He said holding his head down. By now she started to fan his neck with a piece of paper.
He stood up.
She gazed up into his face. He was so much taller than herself.
He was serious.
She wasn't sure how to answer his question. Yes she has, and she wasn't too sure about dating right now.
"Noona, would you date someone younger?"