Oneshots | woosang

Hair color

Yeosang was walking warmly through the streets of the city while snowflakes fell, he went to a store to buy a few things. It would be a surprise for his boyfriend.

When he entered the store he went to get hair dye, a box of gloves, a couple of bottles of soda and a couple of snacks. He, smiling, went out to the streets again, despite the fact that it was sunny, the cold was very noticeable and thanks to the snow, there were people playing with her. He walked a couple more streets until he reached the building where they lived.

"Yes omma, we are eating well ... I'm sorry I didn't go this year but we decided to spend Christmas this year just the two of us ... Yes, I love you too, of course I'm going to say to him ... bye omma!"

"Mom Jung asking about us?" Yeosang placed the bag on the table next to his keys to remove his coat and scarf, "How is everyone at home?"

"Well, she says she loves you, wait a minute" Wooyoung walked over and took his partner's cold hands, "They're frozen! You didn't use your gloves, Kang Yeosang! "

"Calm down Woo, it was only a few minutes" he gave him a little kiss on the nose, "I bought your birthday present."

"My birthday was weeks ago, silly" he tried to take the bag but his boyfriend pushed hi  away and started walking to their room, "What are you bringing there Yeo?"

"Something that will make you look amazing!" he yelled from the room and when he came out he brought a towel, "Now I would like you to take a seat and wrap this around your shoulders."

"Oh shit, I know what you're going to do."

Wooyoung a couple of months ago lost a bet against his beloved boyfriend. Unfortunately the loser had to let the winner paint his hair the color he wanted, Jung was confident that he would win but nothing went right for him.

Sitting down he watched as the black-haired man put on his gloves and read the instructions for the dye. Wooyoung was nervous, I mean he fully trusted Yeosang but his hair was something precious to him. The black-haired man smiled when he understood a little of what he had to do, he approached his boyfriend and kissed his cheek.

"It's lucky that you have your hair already faded, it would only be to put the color" he turned his boyfriend's head away from him when Wooyoung tried to see what color his hair would be, "Don't peek, this will be a surprise."

"Surprise? You know I hate surprises. "

"Liar, now look straight ahead while I do my work."

With the brush filled with the color, Yeosang started with the hair. With music in the background Wooyoung's nerves lowered a bit, he hummed the songs that were heard while he tried to forget that two beautiful hands dyed his hair some color.

The black-haired man was happy with how his work was going, his colorful wet hair looked terrible and somewhat messy, but it was part of the process. He massaged the hair strands so that the color penetrated well, that's what he remembered from a YouTube video.

"How it is going? You're doing it right?"

"Stop asking me that every five minutes darling, I watched videos to do this" he leaned in to kiss the other's ear, causing a giggle, "Now shut up and let me work."

"Yes sir."

Yeosang calmly continued to paint another part of his hair when he accidentally painted the man's ear. The black-haired man opened his eyes scared but luckily Wooyoung didn't seem to notice, he sneakily tried to remove the paint with other streaks that he wasn't painted on. Mission failed, he ended up muddying it more.

"That will go away when you wash your hair ..." he whispered, managing to catch the attention of his boyfriend who asked his what he had said, "Nothing love, I just said the dialogue from the movie."

"You've seen so much iron man that you even know his dialogues, I think I'll have to restrict that to you" although he wasn't looking at him, Wooyoung knew that the other rolled his eyes or was making fun of him.

"Very good, now you have to stay with that in your head for about forty minutes" he place an alarm on his cell phone, when he looked up he met the gaze of his boyfriend, "What? That's what the box said."

"I don't believe you let me see that."

"No" he stood in front of his boyfriend and pushed him to sit down again, "I know what you want, you want to know the color and I won't allow it."

Wooyoung frowned, pouted, and crossed his arms on the couch. He sighed dramatically but his boyfriend just made his way to the refrigerator.

"Ouch my hair burns" nothing, Yeosang kept looking what he could cook, "Ouch, my head hurts!"

"Oh really? Too bad for you, baby" he searched his cell phone for the recipe he would make, "Get some sleep, so you will forget it."

"I do not want to sleep."

"Too bad for you again" Wooyoung muttered a few things before switching the movie on Netflix, "Don't be a crybaby darling, just a couple more minutes."

"At least come and sit with me."

"I'm going to cook lunch, so don't bother and finish your chocolate milk."

Yeosang got down to business and started the whole food-making process. Sometimes he would look at the alarm on his cell phone to see how much time it was missing and he would also take photos of Wooyoung with the pink hat that he had on, he would make sure to send them to the group of his friends.

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"Time is up! Now let me see the- "

"Nah-ah, you won't look at anything" the black-haired man took his boyfriend to the bathroom where he tied a cloth so that he couldn't see anything, "But how cute you look with your little eyes bandaged."

"Yeosang, I want to see the color of my damn hair .." He was silenced by the lips of his lover and instinctively wrapped his arms around the other's waist, "Although I love to kiss you and that you are in control, I hate not knowing what is happening with my lovely hair."

"Just relax."

Yeosang made him bend over so he could wash off the excess paint in the sink, Wooyoung didn't complain as there was a great chance of swallowing water if he opened his mouth. Gentle massages Yeosang gave his boyfriend's hair, he tried to make all the excess go away and incidentally he cleaned the ear that he had stained. When he finished he began to towel dry his hair.

"Oh yes, this was incredible" before the other opened his mouth the black-haired man gave him a candy, he guided him to sit on the toilet seat, "Now let me dry this hair well."

Wooyoung heard his boyfriend turn on the hair dryer and start using it on him. He was silent as he felt his hair being combed and blown dry, in truth he was eager to see. The black-haired man tried to do his job quickly but well done, he had already made his beautiful boyfriend suffer a lot.

"Very good" he returned Wooyoung's sight of him and smiled when the other immediately went to look in the mirror, "TADA!"

"It's red ... my hair is red" he whispered as he touched the perfectly painted and styled hair, "You painted my hair red ..."

"Yes...why? You do not like?" Yeosang frowned a bit before he was hugged tightly, he laughed when he heard his boyfriend claim that he adored that color, "Uff, what a relief."

"I really adore him" he kissed loudly on the cheek of his boyfriend, "Can I paint your hair next time?"

"Keep dreaming baby."