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Anxiously, Yiyong watched his mother through the mirror, brushing through his wet hair.
"If you keep chewing your lip it'll start bleeding," she commented without looking up, while laying the wet strands out flat so she could properly cut them.
Yiyong did as told, but instead, his leg started bouncing. His mother sighed, putting the brush away and facing her son through the mirror. "What are you so nervous about, huh? You'll finally get the haircut you wanted, won't you? I promised to cut it short in the back this time just like in the pictures you showed me. Don't you trust your mother?"
"I do." Yiyong fought back, "It's just..."
"Just what?"
He clutched at his pants, breaking eye contact and instead looking down at the floor. "Can you just cut it like before instead...?"
He didn't need to look up to be sure Baosheng must look quite surprised. "Really? After all this time fighting with me about it, you want to keep it as it was? How come?"
Yiyong licked his suddenly dry lips, thinking back to last night...
"You should come to bed. It's late and you have school tomorrow," Yiyong told Guanyan, putting his phone down on the nightstand.
The med student was sitting at his table, taking notes from one of his medical books. He had been doing that for the past hour now. Yiyong didn't understand how he could stay focused for that long.
"Just say that you want me to come and cuddle you," the shorter boy scoffed, but closed his notebook anyway, sorting it back into his backpack.
Yiyong didn't try to argue. They were at the point in their relationship where both of them knew that Yiyong needed lots of cuddles from the other boy. And they also knew that Guangyan would give them to him, no matter what.
So he quickly turned off the lights and made his way over to the bed, joining Yiyong under the covers.
The artist quickly turned around, pulling his boyfriend close and burying his face right into Guangyan's neck. With a little sigh, he relaxed into the other's warmth.
Guangyan wrapped his arms around Yiyong as well, his hands finding their way into the taller boy's hair right away. He played with the longer strands in the nape of Yiyong's neck, softly scratching his scalp.
The gesture almost made Yiyong purr, just like it usually did. Guangyan smiled softly to himself.
"You like playing with my hair, don't you?" The artist slurred into his boyfriend's skin, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Yeah, I do...And you seem to really like it as well, so you can't complain about it!"
Guangyan often started playing with Yiyong's hair, sometimes without even realizing it. Whenever they were cuddling or hugging, sometimes even during research for a case or while Guangyan was studying. He would have his hand in Yiyong's hair, playing with the longer strands, sometimes even braiding them.
Yiyong wouldn't dare complain about it. He loved it way too much...
With a soft little smile on his lips, Yiyong spoke his mind without realizing it.
"Guangyan likes playing with my hair..."
As soon as the words registered in his brain, Yiyong's eyes shot up, meeting his mother's eyes in the mirror again.
She was grinning like an idiot, trying to hide it poorly behind her hand.
Yiyong's cheeks grew hot. "Forget what I said, just cut it all off!"
Baosheng had to hold back her laugh, trying to find her posture again. "Alright, don't worry. Just leave it to me."
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She ended up keeping it longer in the back.
Yiyong tried not to show how happy he was about it.
Later that night, once he climbed through Guangyan's window, he found the other boy standing in front of his closed, just getting ready for bed.
Yiyong was quite sure the shirt Guangyan was wearing was stolen out of his own closet. He didn't comment on it. The student looked cute in his clothes anyway.
So instead, he sat down on the bed, waiting for Guangyan to finish getting dressed.
"So, how did cutting your hair go? Do I even want to look?" Guangyan joked, not yet looking at his boyfriend.
"You can look, it's not bad." He said, rolling his eyes at the shorter.
Once Guangyan finally finished getting dressed and turned around, he looked at the artist in surprise upon seeing him with the same haircut as usual.
"Didn't you say you were going to cut it short?" He stepped closer until he stood in between Yiyong's legs, the other placing his hands on the student's waist, just to feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"I changed my mind. Didn't want to make you sad once you couldn't play with it anymore."
The other boy huffed in amusement, making himself comfortable in the artist's lap. "Sure, that was the only reason, entertaining me."
Yiyong scoffed. "What other reason should I have had?" His hands wandered underneath Guangyan's shirt, pulling him closer.
Instead of answering him, Guangyan simply pulled him in for a kiss, burying his fingers in the still-long strands, pulling a soft hum from the taller boy.
Yiyong might never really get used to this. Kissing Guangyan.
It always made his heart beat faster, whenever their lips would meet, especially when they went for a proper kiss and not just a peck on the lips in passing.
But at least he wasn't the only one feeling like that. Guangyan's cheeks always turned red while kissing. Yiyong loved seeing the blush whenever they would pull apart.
Just like now. Once the artist pulled back, he could see his boyfriend's deep red cheeks, smiling softly while pressing a kiss to them.
It made them turn even more red.
Guangyan quickly pulled him in for another kiss to stop his own embarrassment.
Yiyong smirked, lifting the boy in his lap up with ease as he stood, turning around to place him on the bed, making himself comfortable between the student's legs.
He manages to do it all without breaking the kiss, Guangyan's legs wrapping themselves around his waist to pull him closer.
When they finally pulled apart, Yiyong placed his head onto Guangyan's chest, one of his hands reaching out for Guangyan's, intertwining their fingers.
The student's other hand made its way back into Yiyong's hair, resuming its usual caressing. It pulled the most content sound out of Yiyong he had ever heard himself make, his eyes falling close right away.
Guangyan smiled at the too-big-cat of a boyfriend he had lying on himself, stroking along his scalp in soft circles, letting his fingers glide through the long strands once in a while before going back to the circles.
A few more minutes of this and Yiyong surely would get pliant enough to admit that he wanted to keep the hair long because he absolutely loved having Guangyan play with it.
Because he loved falling asleep to the loving caress of his boyfriend, the kind of comfort he never thought he would like or get from anyone.
Not that Guangyan didn't know already. With the number of times Yiyong had fallen asleep during his administration already.
"Still sure this is just for my entertainment...?"
"Yeah...It's just for you...Everything's just for you..."