Daydream | Mind Games Duet | Book One

One Too Many Wrongs

You thought you'd be past it by now, but fuck, it was like every time you saw him and that dead hair on his head the wound reopened again.

That string of betrayal slapping you  in the face when he came to bed, hoping to cuddle like you used to. That bright smile of his was washed out every time by his bleached locks, fighting for your attention with their intensity.

He wanted to go to the movies, take you out to eat, check out this new exhibit that combined the best of art and human anatomy.

He thought you might like it and hoped he'd get to spend some time with you instead of the back of your head that he'd been seeing for the past couple of weeks. You turned him down, saying you needed to stay later to finish packing an order, inspection was coming up and the shop needed to be cleaned from top to bottom.

You needed to rearrange the sectioning of the cuts and clean off the chalkboard. The Im's were coming for a walkthrough and dinner, a dinner he couldn't attend because they'd just talk about work.

Anything to keep him and that blinding mop of hair on his head out of your line of sight. No matter how much you missed him.

You and your best friend, your boyfriend were under one roof and barely saw each other anymore. Then there was the night with Jimin, you thought he'd bring it up to you by now if the secret hadn't been kept like Jimin said he would.

But Hobi never said anything, so maybe you actually were in the clear.

Maybe you could finally move on with your life, Hoseok could dye his hair back, and you both could go back to being happy and in love. The way it always was supposed to be, with everyone who wanted you miserable out of your life how could you be anything but ridiculously happy?

You heard him come home a little while ago from where you sat on the couch, finally finding some time between avoiding him and your other activities to catch up on one of your favorite authors' latest releases.

"Wanna order get some pad thai from Daomin's tonight?"

You looked up, hoping you didn't show outwardly how irritated you were every time your eyes landed on him only to be disappointed when luscious cinnamon hair didn't look back.

Did he not care?

He knew how you felt, how you tried to keep your mother's memory alive by respecting her wishes. You got a haircut twice a year, once now since moving to the city, and washed it weekly with all natural shampoo and conditioner.

He knew how you felt, and he did it anyway, so why should you be nice? How could you be nice after all that you'd been through together on to be betrayed like this?

Of all the things he could've done.

"Um, yeah, that's fine." You go back to reading too caught up in your book to focus any more energy on your boyfriend's chemically processed hair.

It's quiet for a second and you assume he's slunk off into the kitchen or the bedroom, anywhere that you weren't. That's how it'd been since you got home from dropping off Namjoon and Jimin at the airport, distant and polite.

"I'm sick of this shit, I really am! You walk around here like I don't exist and–" You look up at Hobi with wide eyes, partly from your focus being broken and secondly from the rise in his voice. Anyone could hear him laughing from three blocks away but he never yelled, Hoseok doesn't yell.

"Hoseok what's gotten–" He cuts you off, face growing redder by the second and working it's way from his ears down to his neck.

"What's gotten into me? What's gotten into you Y/N?! I dyed my hair! All I did was fucking dye my hair and now–" His voice cracks and all you can do is stare back into those glossy eyes that are pouring everything onto the floor in front of you hoping you'll pick it up and hold it close like you used to.