Boy across the street (KSM/HHJ)

nineteen

Seungmin PoV

Hyunjin has been here for a week. I gave him my spare key because I didn't want to wait for him when he had more classes than me, but most of the time we went home together and talked.

We talked non-stop, there was hardly a moment of silence except when we were both in our rooms doing our own things.

 When we talked to each other it felt refreshing and we philosophized a lot about the world, we had pretty similar opinions on some points but also many different ones.

It made me feel warm to be able to talk to someone about things like that. It was good for me to have company and I think he needed that too.

Large, heavy raindrops dripped loudly onto the roof of the house as I smeared bleach into Hyunjin's hair. "Are you sure you want your hair blonde?" I asked him, looking uncertainly into his eyes in the mirror.

"Yeah, besides it's too late now anyway," he said with a smile on his lips. I shruged and continued to brush it into his hair. His dark brown hair quickly become peroxide blonde. 

After spreading it everywhere, I massaged it into his hair a little the same way i saw it at the barber.  Suddenly it was as if time stood still. My warm hands massaging his head felt good.

I looked at us in the mirror and we looked like we were made for each other. We looked into each others eyes and I had the feeling that he was thinking exactly the same thing. 

I quickly shook the thought off my mind and then took off my plastic gloves, which I threw away.

"You know what?" the older one asked me and turned to me. I looked down at him, he was still sitting on the stool which was why I was taller than him and he had to look up to see my face.

My eyes were supposed to tell him that he should continue speaking what he understood. "I think you should dye your hair too."

I blinked a few times and then shook my head. "No. I don't want to destroy my hair, plus blonde wouldn't suit me."

The other took my hands which caused a tingling sensation throughout my body and looked up at me like a dog begging for a treat.

Then he said, "Come on. Just a bit at the front of your bangs, I think you'd look really good that way."

I imagined what I would look like with blonde parts in my hair and then thought for a moment. A sigh escaped my lips and I replied: "Fine. But if it looks like shit, it's your fault."

A grin formed on his lips and he stood up and was suddenly close to me. So close that I could feel his warm breath. He reached for the bleach and said, "You have to take off your glasses."

I nodded and took it off, then my vision was a little blurry but I could still see that he was still grinning. He applied the mixture to my bangs and I felt the cold it gave off.

A little of it ended up on my forehead, which burned a little after a short while. I hoped that was normal.

At that moment I noticed that we were almost the same height because our faces were on the same level. And a little too close.

I didn't know that bleaching hair could be so intimate.

"Okay now we have to wait and after we wash it down we can put the actual hair dye on it, the better blonde one," he said and I nodded in understanding.

He turned around to do something on his phone and skip the song that was playing. I watched him and tried not to stare again.

Within a week, it has become so much more relaxed between me and him. No silence was awkward anymore and I just felt so indescribably comfortable.

I always thought he was a womanizer, a player and an asshole, but he wasn't any of that.

He was so gentle with me, the way he talked to me and the way he treated me.

I just loved that.

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Time passed and we already had the blonde hair color in our hair. Washing the bleach out of my hair was a huge struggle for me.

After I washed his out, Hyunjin wanted to help me with it, but I remained stubborn and wanted to try it on my own.

But he helped me the second time we needed to wash it out.

I sat on the stool and leaned my neck against the edge of the bathtub. The older one pushed up his sleeves and reached over me to grab the shower head.

He turned on the water and it sounded like he was testing how warm it was. The next moment I felt the water on my head and he asked gently: "Is the temperature okay for you?"

"Yes." His hand ran gently through my hair and he washed the dye out. Like I said it felt very intimate.

It felt like he washed them longer than necessary but I didn't want him to stop anyway. After he turned off the shower head, he dried my hair and said: "I'm going to take a shower and wash it off then, okay?"

"Okay," I said, getting up and going into the living room.

I sat on the sofa and scrolled through Instagram until I stopped at an account that seemed to be posting things about books.

I looked at his account. toriginals, an interesting username. The account was somehow aesthetic and the person hadn't uploaded any photos of themselves, which I found appealing. I would never text him anyway so I hit the follow button.

Just as I was making myself really comfortable on the couch, there was a knock on the front door.

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Whos knocking??? 🤔
To all the 'and then he called me love' readers did you thought that Seungmin was the first of the 8 to follow toriginals?

And omg i'm gonna go to Oneus concert in 3 days :O