Light entered the room, hitting against the sleeping person’s face. The person’s face scrunched up as he groaned, waking up due to the light. He slowly picked his head up, rubbing his eyes before dropping it back down.
The bed felt like heaven to him—he never wanted to leave.
A knock sounded at the door before someone barged in without a care, “Song Mu, time to wake up! Fashion waits for no one.” Xian Bo grabbed the blanket covering Song Mu, pulling it off.
The picture that met Xian Bo when the cover hit the floor had him wolf-whistling. “Damn, you don’t need clothes. With a body like that, you would have anyone on their knees ready to blow you.”
Song Mu popped up, grabbing the fallen blanket to cover his body as his face turned utterly red. Even his heart pounded like crazy.
“What?” Xian Bo shrugged their shoulders when they noticed Song Mu’s expression. “I am only saying you have a nice body and those tattoos covering your skin are—” Xian Bo stopped there, making a vulgar expression.
“I-I don’t think your boyfriend would like you saying those words.” Song Mu mentioned, growing more flustered.
He had tattoos covering his back, arms, and legs. Song Mu’s friend, who is living overseas currently, trained to be a tattoo artist four years ago. He allowed his friend to practice on his body, only to grow embarrassed from the number of tattoos on his body. He felt like a gangster.
Plus, he had toned muscles from his father forcing him to exercise with him all the time. His father loves working out.
“I am being honest; there is nothing wrong with looking. It would only be a problem if we were fucking you.” Xian Bo responded, still waiting for Song Mu to get out of the bed.
Song Mu had to wave his heated face; Xian Bo and Shao Yuhan loved talking like someone permanently destroyed their filters. It was too much for his ‘innocent’ heart to take. “Can you please stop commenting on my body?”
“Are you going to get out of bed? Like I said, fashion waits for no one.”
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Song Mu sighed, getting ready to take the blanket off once Xian Bo turned their back when Xian Bo stopped with a smirk in their tone. “Also, we are cutting some of your hair off; I can’t have you covering that cute face.”
Then, the door closed behind Xian Bo as Song Mu groaned, throwing his red face into his sheets. Since last night, he has been rethinking his decision. Everyone here was something.
Xian Bo and Shao Yuhan are way too blunt, killing a person’s HP before they even have time to join the battle.
Yao Zhihao is shameless to the T. He had seen Yao Zhihao beg Ye Xun for a new expensive tech equipment before going to Shao Yuhan and bragging that he only needs to ask once for something before getting it (which is a lie).
Yao Wen is a menace. Or the devil. One second he is cute, making anyone want to spoil him, then he turns into a snake, trapping the person for eternity.
Chang Min, his favorite author, is lazy. He is a hard worker with writing and sometimes cooking, but everything else is zero effort. Song Mu felt the image of his favorite author shattering.
And Ye Xun is different from the public. He is known as a cold, perfectionist man. But, in front of Chang Min, he turned into a teasing, doting, seductive man. And with the others, he is almost childish with the way he plays them.
Song Mu feels like he entered the twilight zone and it hasn’t even been a full day with them.
Sighing while running his hand through his bed hair, Song Mu finally got off the bed to get some clothes. He reached for his still full bag. Song Mu did not finish unpacking yesterday as he fell asleep once his head touched the soft bed of heaven.
Reaching in the bag, he pulled out an oversized black hoodie, grey jeans, and a beanie. He quickly put on his clothes before stuffing the beanie on his head without fixing his hair. He did not see the point since Xian Bo wanted to take him to get a haircut.
Once he finished changing, he walked into the bathroom to clean his face and brush his teeth. When he finished, he grabbed his glasses, slipping them on as his face. Finally walking out of his new, temporary room, Song Mu almost hit Xian Bo with how they stood outside the door.
Xian Bo took a step back and to the side, almost letting Song Mu fall, but Song Mu caught himself. “You took too long; let’s go.” Xian Bo grabbed his arm, pulling him forward without giving him the chance to breathe.
Walking towards the kitchen, Xian Bo grabbed some food, handed it to Song Mu, and continued pulling him towards the garage. During the whole process, Song Mu sadly accepted his fate.
They entered the high-class salon as an older woman greeted them before it turned into a cheerful scream. “Xian Bo, baby!”
Xian Bo practically ran to the person, wrapping their arms around the older woman, who surprisingly lifted them almost three inches off the ground and twirled them. Xian Bo’s laughter filled the hair salon, almost sounding like music.
“Auntie!” Xian Bo continued to laugh, sounding younger than their age. There was playfulness in their tone.
The aunt set Xian Bo down, giving them a few seconds to catch their breath while straightening out the incoming dizziness. They stepped back with flustered cheeks and a smile that showed no signs of dropping, “Auntie, I miss you.”
Their aunt patted their shoulder, “You saw me yesterday, you silly brat.”
“I know.” Xian Bo giggled.
Xian Bo’s aunt is their life. His mother tried separating them because their aunt was ‘a bad influence.’ His aunt is wild, uninhibited, and crazy—but the essential part, besides those reasons, that their parents cannot stand about her was that she is gay.
Their aunt loudly laughed. There were no workers inside, yet, since the aunt opened two hours early for Xian Bo. “Now, show me where this ‘disaster’ is.”
Song Mu, guessing that they were talking about him, raised his hand, “I am here.”
“Oh, honey.” She shook her hand once she glanced at him. She went towards a chair, turning to face him as she beckoned him over, “Come here.”
Making his way over, Song Mu sat down in the chair. The woman turned the chair to face the mirror as she pulled the beanie off, dropping it into his lap before running her hand through his hair. “You have lovely, sweet hair, and you treat it as nothing.” The aunt clicked her tongue.
“Ah, sorry.” Song Mu apologized, nervously playing with his fingers.
“It is okay, honey; that is why I am here.” Then she turned towards Xian Bo, “What do you have in mind?”
Xian Bo walked over, running their hand through Song Mu’s hair before reaching his bangs and lifting them. “I want you to shorten his bangs and cut his hair shorter; he shouldn’t cover such a cute face.”
Song Mu bit his bottom lip as he stared at his face in the mirror. He did not hate how he looked—Song Mu only covered his face because he held zero confidence in himself.
“Is that fine with you, Song Mu?” Xian Bo asked, even though their face looked like they were not taking no for an answer.
“I did come to you for help, so it is fine.” Song Mu answered although he felt nervous. Since he was young, he always had his hair cut to cover his face. So this is new to him.
“You heard him, auntie. You can get started.” Xian Bo smiled, stepping back as their hands left Song Mu’s hair. “Have fun.” They patted their aunt’s arm.
“I will.” The aunt secretly smiled.
Song Mu felt his anxiety hitting the roof.
Omg Xian Bo’s auntie sounds so wholesome 😆😆
Been there! I hope he’s happy with the results, but I guess Xian Bo knows what they’re doing.