Favorite Crime | Lee Taeyong x reader

i wanna dye (my hair)

It was the new year, a new semester began and you were already drowning in your classes, not to mention the fact that you barely wrote anything for your article.

"Can you believe it's our last semester as juniors?" Taeyong asked, sitting up in the chair and handing you the bowl. You stared at it, almost scared. "Yeah- Are you sure you wanna do this dude?"

He nodded confidently, "I want a change."
You hated change, but obliged, using the blush to mix the bleach around.

He had come in one Tuesday morning declaring that he wanted to dye his hair, going all blond this time. It was time to say goodbye to the highlights. And while you were sure it would look great on him (everything did) but the way he wanted to dye it was what was questionable.

He wanted you to do it.

At first, you had stoutly denied his request, you didn't want to mess up his hair, but after a lot of persuading and receiving puppy eyes from him all day, you finally relented. After you had done so, he continued to justify his decision, saying some nonsense about how getting just highlights was extremely expensive and he was broke.

And so you spent the next few days after that stalking Brad Mondo's youtube channel to the point where it was probably unhealthy in all honesty. You could spout his signature lines in your sleep at this point.

The things you did for this idiot.

And following his instructions, you told Taeyong to not wash his hair for the days leading up to when you had to dye it, in the hopes of the natural oils preventing his hair from completely dying. Granted, hair was just a bunch of dead cells anyways.

"I can't start from the roots since those lighten faster," you said, eyeing his mop of hair. Taeyong nodded along as if he understood, waiting for you to take your first step, but he could tell you were nervous, so naturally, he started talking to calm those nerves.

"Just another year and then we're out of here."

"Yeah- i got that internship actually," you said, and he beamed, "That's great! When your articles are on the first page, I'll make sure to embarrass you and boast about our friendship.

You shuddered dramatically at the thought, looking at the table and double checking if he had gotten everything. "Hey where's the toner?"

"Isn't that just purple conditioner?"

"Yeah, do you have it?" Your nose scrunched up in question and he thought you were adorable. Taeyong shook his head, "I don't think so, forgot about it, I'll get it sometime next week."

You blinked, "Do you want to walk around with bright orangey-yellow hair?"

"No but-"

"Then we can't do this today," you declared, happy to find a way out of it. He shook his head, "No, I can deal with a few looks, I get them everyday."

You snorted, "People look at you because you're attractive, not because your hair is a mess."

His pretty crimson lips curled up at the sides into a smirk. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he looked at you, you wanted to slap that cocky grin right off his face."Oh? So you think I'm attractive huh?"

He raised an eyebrow at you and you flushed, "No, you're the ugliest thing I've ever seen."

"I thought I was attractive??"

You turned away, visibly taking greater interest in mixing the bleach further and grumbling under your breath. Damn him and his ways of getting you flustered. It didn't happen very often though, but when it did, he knew the effect he had on you, that fucker.

"I hate you," you huffed out and his smirk only grew, "You say that when you're smiling?"

Damnit.

You were smiling, and you did your best to push it down, but after failing, the two of you burst into laughter as you placed the bowl down, leaning against the table. It was so easy being with Taeyong.

"Now that we've established I'm a looker-ow! Okay sorry!" He said, rubbing his arm where you had playfully hit him, "Can we start?"

You hesitated, "Are you sure you want me to do this? It's a big decision."
"I can always just dye it back you know?"

"Yeah but," you chewed on your bottom lip, looking at him. Another change? So much was changing already, you were going to be seniors soon, your internship would start, Yeji was graduating, fucking hell, it was the new year already! Christmas had whizzed by faster than you thought it could.

"I don't know," you shrugged, "I just- it seems kind of sudden you know? And if you keep dying your hair you'll fry it all."

He leaned back in his chair, mulling over this, "Yeah it is kind of sudden."

You nodded, sighing and sitting at the end of the table, being careful not to knock anything over. You were glad he was considering your thoughts. "Plus, I really like the blue highlights and dark hair you have going right now."

"You do?" He asked and you nodded, grinning, "For your fragile ego, I'll even say it's attractive."

"Fragile- I'm going to ignore that," he said, glaring at you, "Alright, maybe I'll dye it some other time then." You nodded, "Right, I mean since you have some dye in your hair already, you might get some weird tones."

"Yeah okay, that's enough Brad Mondo for you."