The story will be showing the life of BTS members in a totally different environment. It will focus on Jimin's and Jungkook's romance, how it starts and how it grows, I love romance so if you like it too, then you might want to read this. :) There w...
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"They stood there for some minutes hugging and laughing with and at each other."
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"I can't believe you actually convinced me into doing this."
Jimin was looking at himself in the mirror, next to him, in the chair beside him, his cousin was smiling like an idiot. Jimin had never felt a stronger urge to punch him square in the jaw.
Taehyung had spent the whole Saturday begging for Jimin to accompany him to the hairdresser's since he wanted to change his hair colour, Taehyung was known for displaying a different hair dye every two weeks or so. But what Jimin didn't know was that his cousin would trick him into dying his own hair too.
"Don't worry Jiminie, you'll look fabulous." Taehyung smiled at his cousin.
"I just don't get why we had to do it right before Hyung's opening! What if something goes wrong and we are not able to go? Hobi-hyung will kill us!"
"Jimin, stop making excuses. You need a makeover, and for your information I do this on a daily basis, there's nothing that can go wrong. We'll be out of here in no time, don't stress yourself." Taehyung was suddenly dead serious.
"I just still don't understand why I need a makeover, honestly."
"Because... you just do, Chim, trust me on this one."
Jimin seemed to want to answer something when the hairdresser suddenly appeared right behind his chair with a lot of utensils that looked a little bit too threatening in his eyes, making him eat his words.
"Um... what colour are you going to be doing to me?" Jimin asked with a wary tone to the girl behind him, who was now mixing some kinds of slimy substances in a bowl.
But the girl didn't respond, she kept on working on the hair dye.
"Chim, don't waste your voice, I told her not to tell you."
"What?!" Jimin snapped his neck to the side to look at his cousin, his eyes throwing daggers. "You were the one who decided the colour?!"
"Well," Taehyung shrugged while raising his hands in the air. "who else did you expect to decide it?"
"There's no way! I'm bailing, I want out." Jimin was already standing up from his chair when the hairdresser behind him suddenly put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down until he was sitting again. In no time she had Jimin's hair covered in a white kind of cream. It was at that moment that he realised two things. One, there was no turning back and two, he wanted to cry.
Minutes later, another hairdresser came and started working on his cousin's hair. Taehyung seemed like a boy in a theme park, he was grinning from ear to ear and wasn't at all aware of the mental breakdown Jimin was having just an inch away from him. He wasn't just worried about his hair, actually, he had other more important things to worry about.
