✭ book 1
✭ cover inspired by bts now 3 : dreaming days and blghitted (ig)
synopsis ➣
makailee saxton, a 22-year-old black girl, has been an ARMY since BTS's debut. now four years later, she decides to take a trip in seoul with her best friend in the...
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Pied Piper
BTS - LOVE YOURSELF 承 'Her'
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1:39 - 2:26
JUNGKOOK HAD BEEN DISTRACTING ME ALL MORNING with his lips. Against mine. So much that by the time I finally washed my hair, it was too late to style it into box braids like I wanted to. Unless I planned to be halfway done by the time our friends got home.
"How are you gonna style your hair now?" he asked innocently as I walked back into his bedroom, gently soaking up the moisture with a microfiber towel.
"Not sure yet... I'll see once it's blow-dried."
"Can I help you?"
I dissolved into laughter, wheezing, "H-How about no?"
My boyfriend frowned, pouting his lip in the cutest way possible, "Why not?"
"Is this a joke? You know nothing about black girls' hair!"
" I'd like to learn~"
"Are you sure you really want to?" I asked, surprising myself that I would actually consider this.
"Is that a yes?" he grinned and danced eagerly as he rolled his gaming chair in front of the dresser.
"It's a maybe," I deadpanned, and he abruptly stopped.
"Oh, c'mon!" Jungkook groaned while removing the headrest.
"Fine," I giggled and plopped down in front of him, facing the mirror.
I was only wearing a pair of newsprint joggers with a white bra, so my shirt didn't get too wet. Jungkook had already seen me half-naked anyway and didn't seem as shy now.
In fact, his bedroom eyes told a whole different story. I would kiss him again and again if my hair didn't need attention.
"That's a lot of hair products," he commented with surprise as I pulled out the items for my hair care routine.
That was only half of the things I'd brought to South Korea. I had a nice collection back home.
"Welcome to our world~" I sighed and squeeze the shea butter moisturizer into his palm, letting him smooth out the cream into my hair and then spray some heat protection.
Afterward, I instructed him to gather my hair at the top of my head and clamp it with hairclips. He scraped the wide-tooth comb next, getting it stuck midway. My head suddenly jerked back, and I winced in pain.
