Hospital Love

Haircut.

"Are you ready?" I asked, making sure the car was off and on its break. I turned to him as he hadn't replied yet, worried about his silence.

Sat before me was a shakey legged, knitted browed, wandering eyed Jungkook. I placed a hand on his jumping leg, gently stopping his movement. A slight gasp was released while his head snapped in my direction.

"It's gonna be okay, I promise. I know you're nervous and I can only guess what about," I spoke, moving me hand from his leg to his shoulder.

He nodded gently before letting out a sigh, "I-I guess I'm nervous that it'll go wrong and I-I'll be made fun of."
I nodded briefly, understanding his anxiety.
"I'm gonna regret this but... do you want me to change my hair too? That way we're nervous together."

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded, "That would help, yeah."

I bit my lip as he though about what I was going to do.
The silence was quickly broken as he revealed what I was doing.

"Dye it!"

Shit

"Green," he smirked while saying the horrid colour.

I repeated what was said, stuttering as I did so. I tried getting out of, explaining that it might not be allowed at work.
To my slight displease he stuck to it, saying he'd take the blame.

There was only one problem with that, I didn't tell my boss that I have kids at home.

I hope dyed hair is allowed.

~Time Skip~
~At Work~

"Min, Cudy wants to see you in her office," doctor Forman said, entering the room with case files in hand.

I nod, rising from my chair and headed for the door. To my dismay doctor House stood in the doorway, not letting my past.

"Leaving so soon?" He asked in a joking tone.
"Cudy's asked for me," I said, monotone voice in use.

He stepped away silently, walking into the room. I made my way down the long hall, down one set of stairs and back down the hall.

I knock on her door, opening it slightly to make myself visible.

"Ah! Min, come in!" She called a smile gracing her features, as she looked up from her desk.

I made my way to the centre of the room before she told me to take a seat. Following suit, I sat in one of the seats that were in front of her desk:

God, I've not been here for long. Please tell me I'm not in too much trouble.

"Don't worry so much, Min. It's nothing bad," she reassured, noticing my jumping leg and fiddling hands. I nodded, sighing softly.

Thank god for that!

"I wanted to talk to you about your hair," she admitted slowly.

Shit.

I let out an oddly shaky, "oh, y-yeah."
"I don't know if your aware but hair needs to be natural colours," she added, looking into my eyes.

"I had a feeling that might've been the case," I mumbled, lowering my head.

"So if you knew why did you do it?" She asked, a slightly more serious tone coming out. I looked back up, slightly worried.

"It... it kind of has a long story to it," I trailed off.

Now you sound like an idiot!

"I've got time. So explain, please?"

I nodded and started with, "Well, I have... three kids."

~Time Skip~

"So you're telling me that because of your son coming out as transgender and wanting to cut his hair meant that you had to dye yours?" She asked for confirmation.

I let out a simple 'yes' to answer. She let out a sigh, still not understanding.

I continued explaining how he got nervous and I offered to do something too. I let him decide completely, the colour and everything.

We were in there for a few more minutes as she explained I'd have to dye it back to blond or dye it a natural colour.
I agreed and went back to work.

A/N: omggggg I'm sorry for not posting in sooooo long! You'll expect more posts from me for the next week~
I'm at home so I haven't got anything to do for the next two weeks ugh