♧:Your muse playing with their hair

The little touch to her ponytail had Sojin turn around, rather abruptly, not so much out of disapproval as surprise. Taekwoon withdrew his fingers almost immediately, although his hand was still raised, as if he was preparing to go at it again once she’d turn around. “May I…?” A moment of silence followed, before Sojin nodded in agreement, fingers raising so that she could pull at the elastic holding it in place, freeing the curls from the tight hold they’d been struggling with throughout the entire day.

“There you go… much better like that.” She commented, offering him a little smile, before scooting a little closer to her companion, onto the couch. Technically, they had been watching a movie, but she couldn’t quite remember the name of it, and, when his fingers sank into the dark strands of hair, she’d forgotten all about trying to focus – the little touches worked wonders for her tense scalp. As much of a fan of ponytails as she was, they always, always gave her headaches.

A small tug to her hair followed, making Sojin whimper, quietly. “Hey… be good there!” She reproached, only managing to earn a little chuckle from the male.

“I’m sorry – did that hurt?” He questioned, finally, making her shake her head, subtly, just enough as to mark her negation, but without pulling away from his fingers.

“No. But I tend to interpret tugging on it as an invitation to use your lap as my pillow. And I presume that’s off-limits.”

He didn’t reply, and the silence made her lips purse together into a tiny pout – one that dissolved almost immediately after, as his fingers resumed their toying with the dark brown curls.

“You’re going to lose another one of your cat lives trying to figure that out, it seems.”

“I could always just go for it instead!”