"Sure. We can be fuckbuddies, but we both know I top."
"We'll see about that."
• • •
It's a relationship where both Taehyung and Jungkook previously despised each other; however, now fighting for who is dominant.
Now, what would happen if your sist...
At last the boys finished adapting to the scent of bleach and dye, paying their thank yous' to the hair stylists as they exited the salon one by one. Jimin was the first to leave, his chiseled pink hair gave him an awestruck appearance, he pursed his lips as he checked himself out on his phone's camera. "It doesn't look too feminine on me, does it?"
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"No, you're breathtaking," a voice complimented behind him. Jimin turned around to see Yoongi, his hair dyed black with navy blue highlights, simple yet ravishing which matched his personality quite well.
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The pink haired male timidly fidgeted with his fingers, a blush brushing against his face. "Thank you, hyung. You look hot— no wait. yeah no uh, you— yeah." Jimin let out a squeak as he covered his face with his little hands in embarrassment.
The older let out a chuckle, muttering a "cute" inaudibly.
After what seemed to be a minute or two, a boy with crimson hair walked out. It was a color of danger, symbolizing lust as well— a color with multiple meanings. Taehyung's red hair flared like the devil's fire, catching the attention of people walking around the mall.
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The crimson seemed to give his features a change of appearance, more intimidating and sexy. Taehyung combed his fingers through the well conditioned hair, (overly) confident in his looks.
