Novel & Cerita Fluffy Hair Guys

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his pettiness. "Scaredy cat!" I teased, pouting my lips; watching his face tense, he was clearly trying to work through some inner thoughts. Letting my eyes scan over his body, I sucked in air softly; he was incredibly handsome! Model handsome! His hair seemed to change colour from dark blonde to light brown. However, the gold shimmers that caught the light never dulled. How he styled it reminded me of a TV series I had seen: Peaky Blinders — with the sides cropped short, he looked both fierce and sexy.

Before I could even answer, the bell above the door chimed, and two guys walked into the salon. Both were fair-skinned. One had undercut brown hair and wore a sleeveless shirt, revealing a wolf-head tattoo curling around his right arm. The muscles on his arms flexed slightly as he moved... it was impossible not to notice. The other had fringe-cut hair, the kind that made him look like he had just stepped out of a K-pop music video. Cute, almost too cute. And from the way he carried himself... calm, polite, and approachable. He looked like a genuinely good guy—one of those "green flag" types I always read about in romance novels.

He wasn't just attractive; he exuded a magnetic charm that seemed to enchant everyone he encountered. His auburn hair wasn't always perfectly styled; sometimes it would be a bit messy, and he'd jokingly run his hand through it, grinning sheepishly. He had this infectious laughter that could light up any room, coupled with a knack for making even the most mundane moments exciting.

“Take some nice deep breaths for me.” “Maybe just open some windows, it’s hot in here,” I suggest, and he laughs. “The windows are already open, you silly goose. Now, let me take a look at you; see what we can do.” I sigh, feeling extremely uncomfortable with some random man in my face and another messing around with my hair even if they were both evidently gay. “What shall we do with your hair, sweet?” The other guy asks, brushing his fingers through my hair. I shrug and bite my lip. “I don’t know. I’m leaving my duckling self in your capable hands” I mumble with a pout, and both men chuckle clearly amused.

The guy is extremely attractive in a dark and sexy sort of way but looks scary as hell. His friend on my right looks way more approachable. I roll my eyes at his man bun, but as I get to the table, I see that it actually works for him. This guy is gorgeous! I can tell that he’s a bit taller than his friend, and where Mr. Faux Hawk is dark, Mr. Man Bun is light with his sandy blonde hair, that’s shaved from the middle of his head, all the way down; keeping the top long enough for said bun. His caramel-colored eyes light up when he sees me approach their table.

Like I never existed. “is that Liz? Hey girlfriend.” Brad my personal stylist said giving me a slight hug. A smile could not help but appear on my face as I stared back at him. He is a really handsome guy and his hair was dyed blue today making his blue eyes stand out though. “hey Brad.” I greeted as he touched my hair, “you know, I am still shocked with how fast your hair grows. I mean it is not supposed to be at that length.” He said looking at it. I sighed, I am really tired of it too.

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

He just chuckled and sat opposite me. “I never knew you liked golf” he said and stroke his hair like a woman “and I never knew you were still gay” I said with gritted teeth. He laughed and brought out a stylish hair band and tied his hair up “how do I look with ponytails? I decided to start keeping my hair in prison. It's very befitting, isn't it?” he asked and then blew a bubble I scoffed “it doesn't look good on you” “hmm, it's funny how you of all people would say that. You know Derulo and Maxwell actually love it” he said and giggled. I was getting irritated

"He plans to urinate on your car so how can I not come out. He'll even take off his pants in front of me." "Describe that guy to me." "H-Huh? Uhm, he has a butterfly tattoo on his arm, he's in his 30s, his body isn't that big either, you're not that small either, his eyes are round and his nose isn't that long ... “That’s all I could say. "What about his hair?" I shook. "I don't see any hair," "What ??" Kunot noo nito tanong. "K-He's bald." I bit my lower lip to avoid laughing. I didn't even mention bald because I laughed at the word bald.

Just as he reached the gates, someone called out to him. Upon turning around, he saw a man in his thirties. He had long hair that flowed freely in the breeze as if he was Dragon Shiryu from Saint Seiya. His hair was so silky that it would be a waste of potential if he wasn't the spokesperson for Head & Shoulders. Besides his hair, he looked quite dashing as well. Alex himself rated the man as an eight out of ten. "Are you calling me?" Alex looked at him. He didn't know who this man was.