bangchan never liked his curly hair. he always straightened it or something. you've been his girlfriend for 2 years and you never understood why he didn't like his hair, but unlike him, you loved his hair.

bangchan was currently washing his hair, and suddenly, an idea popped into your mind. why not curl his hair?

you went to the bathroom, begging him as he finished drying his hair in front of the mirror. and luckily for you, he had accepted.

you found yourself standing behind him, parting his hair into sections as he looked at you through the mirror.

“why did i agree to this..” he mumbled to himself, groaning as he watched you.