cursed⭐︎ᵐⁱⁿˢᵘⁿᵍ

twenty five

"Jisung? Quit playing, wake up!"

Minho shook me as he cried out my name. I wanted to sleep for, at least, a few more minutes but I knew that wasn't possible.

I opened my eyes just to see Minho's face a few inches away from mine. It startled me so I instinctively shifted to the left, almost falling off the bed.

"Dude, I seriously thought you died! I was about to call the ambulance. What happened?"

What happened?

I looked at him in confusion, my eyes asking his for an answer.

"What happened?"

"I don't know! You suddenly ran upstairs and when I entered your room you were laying down on the floor. It looks like you passed out or something."

I did what?

I couldn't remember what happened. I didn't know anything, my last memory was me and Minho teasing each other downstairs in the living room.

"I picked you up and put you on the bed. I thought you fell asleep."

Oh.

"I don't know what that was. Sorry."

Minho looked at me in concern but decided he should let it go.

"What time is it?" I asked, turning on my phone to check the time myself.

"Half past six in the afternoon."

"I know. When did I ask?"

Minho nastily looked at me, probably plotting my death.

We stood in silence for a while until I randomly decided to dye my hair. It was about time to do it and I was already experienced due to my past hair colours.

"Dye my hair." I demanded and Minho actually agreed.

We went downstairs to grab the necessaries and mixed the blue dye in a bowl, which Minho later applied to my dried hair.

Since my hair was partly blonde— a really dark shade— I guessed that the night's colour was going to stand out.

After about an hour passed my friend led me to the bathroom and washed the excessed blue colour off, massaging my scalp at the same time.

"Too hot, too hot!" I shouted in pain.

"Now it's too cold! Do you not know how to wash someone's hair?"

"Shut up and stop whining, Jisung!"

The quick switch of feeling my scalp burning and then freezing irritated me, Minho wouldn't even know what a horrible feeling that was.

"I'm done now, we just have to dry it." he said, turning the cold water off.

I watched as the older reached over to get the black towel to ruffle my hair dry. Once he got a hold of it, he threw the towel on my head, attempting to suffocate me.

"Minho, you b-" I started but got cut off by his giggles.

Hearing his silly but warm laughs gave me a sense of comfort so I started cracking up along with him. As our giggle fit toned down, he started to dry my hair.

The brunette's fingers were messaging my scalp while he used his other hand to rub my head with the towel. 

At this point, my hair was half dry so he gave a final ruffle and put the towel back in its place afterwards.

"Your hair is so fluffy I'd play with it every day!" he exclaimed.

I shyly thanked him, touching the stray strand of hair he had played with before.