Preference // “playing” with your hair
Seungcheol: You were sitting together on the sofa in the dorm. A movie was playing on the TV but you couldn’t care less, you were too busy dozing off. Seungcheol moved to the opposite end of the couch and patted his lap, wanting you to rest your head on his legs. You complied, leaning over and curling your legs up so that your feet wouldn’t be hanging off the end of the sofa. You laid there, barely paying attention to the film playing in front of you. Seungcheol pulled a blanket over you and rested one hand on your hip, the other he let run through your long hair. The feeling of his fingers ruffling and stroking your scalp was enough to send you into a deep, pleasant sleep.
Junghan: You were sitting cross legged behind him on your bed. He was trying to read while you fiddled with his gorgeous hair. You convinced yourself that you could have spent hours braiding it in different ways; regular braid, french braid, fishtail, dutch braid, the list went on. When he thought that you had exhausted your fingers he closed his book and turned around, asking if he could braid your hair now. You laughed, severely doubting his ability to braid hair, but you turned around and let him anyway. You were right to doubt him, by the end of his experimentation your hair was a tangled mess. He apologized with a sheepish smile as you left the bed to fetch something to brush out the knots with. He apologized again when he heard he tearing sound of you forcefully pulling the brush through your hair. You told him that it was okay and that he would learn eventually and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before taking the brush from you and brushing the knots out, making sure to be more gentle than you had been.
Jisoo: You ran your hands through your hair, loving the feeling of the soft strands slipping through your fingers. You silently thanked your sister for buying you a tub of hair mask to treat the damage that you got from dying your hair so often. Jisoo walked in on you revelling in the feeling of your soft hair and decided that he needed to feel your hair as well. He teased you, asking how you managed to turn your straw into silk. You shoved him and he told you that he genuinely loved your blonde hair. He made you sit in your chair as he felt your hair and commented on how different it was. You smiled and closed your eyes, loving the feeling of his fingers running through your locks. His hands abandoned their job and laid to rest on your shoulders. He used his grip on your shoulders to pull you back into him, kissing you on the forehead and telling you that you were beautiful, damaged hair or not.
Jun: You watched quietly as Jun finished his practice, making sure to stay in your corner and not get in his way. You remembered what happened last time, he tripped over your legs and you both ended up with massive bruises, yours from his shin smashing into yours and his from crashing to the ground. You decided to tie your hair up in a high ponytail, becoming annoyed with how warm the practice room was and the feeling of hair on your shoulders. When Jun’s practice finished you followed him out of the room, telling him how well you thought he did. He smiled at you, slipping one of his hands into one of yours and intertwining your fingers. He watched as you shook your head, swinging your ponytail to try and get it behind you and off of your shoulder. With his free hand he reached around to flick your hair, giggling as it swung. You found his childish amusement adorable, and you slowed your pace so that he wouldn’t hurt himself. You waited at the bus stop for your bus to come and take you home, and the whole time Jun stood behind you giggling to himself and swinging your ponytail back and forth.
Hoshi: You walked out of the change room, wringing out your hair with a towel. You turned the corner to see Hoshi standing underneath an exit sign and looking around, searching for you. You called out to him to catch his attention, watching as he snapped his head around to look at you and water droplets flew from the tips of his hair. You smiled at him and he smiled back, worn out and tired from three hours of goofing around in a swimming pool. When you reached him, he grabbed your bag and slung it over his shoulder, ignoring your disapproval and your input about how you could carry your things yourself. You stopped at a restaurant, deciding to sit outside in hopes of drying faster in the sun. You were both seated when he reached across the table and grabbed your hair, squeezing the water out of it. He looked down at the drops of water on his palm before looking up at you, grinning, and wiping his hand across your face. You squealed and laughed, ignoring the stares from people seated near you. You were having a good time together, occupied in each other.
Wonwoo: He asked you to keep him company while he wrote his songs.You could think of a million different things to do with your evening that were better than being ignored by someone, but doing anything with Wonwoo beat every option. You threw your hair into a bun and laced up the first pair of runners that you found. Wonwoo preferred when you dressed casual, constantly telling you that you should remove your makeup and let your hair loose and relax. You reached the practice room where he was, opening the door and slipping in silently. He smiled when he saw you, patting the seat beside him. You took his offer, sitting beside him and leaning your head on his shoulder, watching as he struggled to type fast enough to match up with what he was saying. At some point in the night he removed his laptop from his lap and placed it on the coffee table in front of you. You sat up straight, looking at him with confusion. He didn’t say anything, he only reached behind you and gently pulled the band from your hair, letting it fall down around your arms. He smiled, telling you that he only wanted you to be comfortable before sneaking a small kiss on your lips and returning to his work.
Woozi: You watched as he walked out of the back room, his hair still damp. He asked you for your opinion giggling when your jaw dropped and you stared at him. You told him that it was nice, pinker than last time, and he smiled his cat-like smile that made your heart melt. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, willing it to stay out of his eyes. You laughed every time that it fell back down and obstructed his vision. He playfully glared at you, reaching forward and ruffling your bangs. You gaped at him before throwing your hands up to your hair that had taken you fifteen minutes to fix that morning. He told you to stop and grabbed your hands, placing them down at your sides. He smoothed out your hair and your bangs before resting his hands on your cheeks and pulling your face up to look at him. ‘All better’ was all he said, smiling and placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.
Seokmin: He grabbed the ends of your hair, wrapping it around his fingers and telling you that he had never realized that it was this long. He was amazed with his discovery, taking chunks of hair and tying them together in knots and squealing in excitement when they fell apart right before his eyes. You scolded him and told him to stop but he never listened to you, consuming himself in his own entertainment while you worked on your school work. You told him that you didn’t like when people played with your hair and even if you did that this was the most unpleasant hair play that you had ever experienced. He scoffed and continued what he was doing, only gentler and with less tugging.
Mingyu: He towered over you when he was standing, so you often made him sit down on stools and chairs to compensate for your lack of height. You had to stand on foot stools to kiss him, or he would pick you up and sit you on high counters. It was funny for others watching your constant struggle. You sat together on the love seat in his dorm talking and ignoring the world around you. Your limbs were draped over his body, your head resting on his chest, and his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to him. He commented on how small you were and how perfectly you were able to curl up beside him, he told you about his love for moments when you would be cuddled up on the sofa together and he was able to see your facial features so easily. As you talked he creeped his hand up to your scalp, tangling his fingers in your hair, a habit of his that you had grown to love. You spent the rest of the afternoon like that, tangled up together and talking about nothing but everything.
Minghao: You yelped as you tried to pull your head away from his. He blushed as he realized that your collision had resulted in his gum in your hair. He apologized, saying that he would find you a jar of peanut butter and blushing harder as he explained that it was not the first time something like this had happened. You waited patiently in the bathroom for him to return, seating yourself on a spot on the counter beside the sink. You groaned as you inspected the sticky mess that your hair had turned into. He helped you slather the peanut butter on your hair, repeating constant apologies while he did so. When the gum was finally loose and the peanut butter had been washed out he helped you dry your hair, telling you to sit while he blow-dried with caution. He apologized again when he walked you back to your house, telling you that he would understand if you didn’t want to go on a second date with him. You chuckled and kissed him on the cheek before telling him that you’d had worse first dates and leaving him a blushing mess at your doorstep.
Seungkwan: You opened your water bottle, taking a sip and closing your eyes. You listened to the music flowing through the speakers and enjoyed the quiet of having no distractions, but the moment was short lived. As you bent down to stretch out your hamstrings you heard a scream behind you. You turned around to see Seungkwan covering his eyes. You laughed, put on a shirt, and told him that it was okay to look again. He was quick to scold you, asking you why you were standing around in a bra and such tight pants. You laughed as you took a seat on the floor beside him. You had been practicing a new dance routine you were choreographing for your dance team. You pulled your headband off and tugged out your ponytail, dropping both things on the floor beside you. You looked over at Seungkwan and he put his hands in your hair, smoothing and fixing, telling you that it looked weird. After a while of fiddling, your bangs were in your face again and Seungkwan was grinning at his work. You thanked him and asked him why he came by to see you. He blushed, telling you that he just wanted to see you and spend time with you. You smiled, creeping your fingers to curl around his, telling him that he could come see you whenever he wanted.
Hansol: You sighed, muttering to yourself in frustration. You ran a hand through your hair, telling yourself that curly was okay and that you needed a new straightener anyway. A ring of the doorbell was enough to freak you out and scramble your brain, and you returned to panicking over your broken straightener as your mom answered the door. He walked into the bathroom, asking you if you were okay and trying to calm you down. You explained that your straightener broke so you couldn’t straighten your hair for your date with him. He grabbed your shoulders, turning you to face him. He brought some of your hair forward, looking at it as it fell in waves down to your stomach. He smiled, telling you that your hair was beautiful and that he really didn’t care whether it was curly or straight. You calmed down, gathering enough courage to sneak a kiss onto his lips. You looked up at him, seeing him blushing and grinning and refusing to look at you. You poked his nose, trying to get him to look at you. You kept poking his nose until he snapped up to try and bite you, laughing when you yelped in surprise and yanked your hand back.
Chan: He sat behind you in your science class. When you threw your hair behind you, you heard him gasp. You turned around to see what was wrong, and you were met by him looking at your hair, mesmerized. He asked when you dyed it, you told him that it was over the weekend because your mother finally let you. He smiled, telling you that it looked pretty and played with your hair, watching how it shined in the bright light coming in from the window beside you. He apologized shortly after, explaining to you that playing with your hair was the only thing keeping him awake during the boring lesson. You told him that it was fine, offering to lend him your notes if he fell asleep on you. He grinned at you and you turned around quickly before the teacher noticed you.