𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐡𝐡𝐣

seven.

"[Y/N], I can't reach the back!" the soon-to-be blond cries, dye-brush in hand, a thick bleach solution coating it. Pouting when you don't come through the door, Hyunjin trudges out the restroom, frowning when he sees your headphones on. "[Y/N]!" He draws out, bending down towards your face, a slight grin on his lips when you startle.

"Oh my gosh, why would you do that to me?" you huff, holding your hand to your chest as you catch your breath.

Busting out his puppy eyes, Hyunjin gestures to the brush in his hand and his hair. "Please?" Knowing you couldn't resist when he pouted at you.

Sighing, you pulled off your headphones and followed him to the restroom. You took the brush from his hand, and began gently brushing his hair that was still brown with it, "Am I doing this right?"

He nods—though he honestly doesn't know either—trying his best to suppress a grin at you, tippy-toeing to reach his hair. Should he have bent down to make things easier on you? Probably, but he found it far too adorable how you wobbled and struggled to balance to tell you that. In truth, he has no idea if you're ruining his hard work, but he doesn't care at this moment.

You blink at the burning chemical, coughing when you accidentally inhale a bunch of it. Goodness, how did people do this for a living? "And... I think I'm done," a not very convincing look of pride on your face when you glance at the hairs you "bleached".

"Well, we'll see how it turns out."

"How do I look?" He smiles, ruffling his freshly gold hair, the long strands falling on his face in such a way you think he must've taught his hair some sort of choreography. It's bright and almost honey-colored, and you would think a professional had done it from its accidental high and low lights

You nod, "It looks great, but honestly, I'm just glad it didn't come out like Jeongin's," both of you bubbling into a burst of gentle laughter. The poor boy had bleached his head twice in a row, practically frying the hair into straws of hay.

He silences for a moment, fondly watching you laugh. Something about you being there for him, caring about him, oh he loved it. He hated himself for his prior behavior, cursing his unreasonable attitude and inwardly thanking you for sticking by him—despite him being the worst person to be stuck with. You stare at him, your giggles dying down, and you worry you've done something wrong. Taking in a breath, he goes to sit next to you, "I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you [Y/N]."

You settle at his apology, your face lighting up, "You don't need to keep apologizing Hyunjin, it's nice that you're owning up to mistakes, but you don't need to hold onto things like that," hesitantly raising your hand, then deciding against it, floating awkwardly in the air between you two.

In the time that Hyunjin had warmed up to you, you'd learned a few things he wasn't too fond of. One, he didn't like carrots or eggplant—you found out the hard way when you made soup, and he'd gagged most of the way through it, then insisting it wasn't too bad, but he not-so-subtly asked you to never make that dish again. Second, he didn't like being called handsome. It was astonishing to you that someone wouldn't love being complimented on being blessed with such features, but you could understand it. You laughed when he'd told you he didn't know why either—it just didn't sit right with him. And third, he didn't exactly like skinship.

You weren't exactly a touchy person, so you could get where he was coming from, but it still bothered you how he'd shy away from your touch during hugs, or awkwardly stare when you held his hand. Some days, like today, he wouldn't mind when you touched his hair or head, but others, he looked as if you had just thrown upon him. Were you that repulsive to him?