▪Third person pov
“You're so evil Bang Chan, I couldn't sleep last night cause you were in my mind, not like that though, like. . .um I just couldn't sleep cause I was curious what colour you changed to, wait lemme guess... Is it pink? Pink is really cute. Um. . .blue? Blue is cool, I always think of the ocean and the vast afternoon sky whenever I think of blue. Is it green? Broccoli Chan? Brocchris? Haha, I'm so funny. Orange? Red? Wait you changed. Ugh Bang Chan tell me, I'm so curious I could die, oh my God, Chris I'm dying, I'm dying cause you're taking my breath away, with yo-”
The Australian had long made a mental note to ignore his chirpily loud flatmate, casually eating his breakfast and trying not to doze off after missing another full night of sleep.
“Bang Chan, are you listening to me?” Minjun slammed her hand on the table, conceding a low hum from the sleep deprived male opposite her. “Okay then, what did I say?”
“Uh. . .You wanna see my hair?”
“Of course, yes, oui, si, Hai, ye, ja, Na'am, da, ano, jah, kyllä, Haan-”
Bemused, Chan looked up at her. “You lost me at 'Ja', how do you know so much? Wait, they all mean 'yes' right?”
“Etiam!” The brunette nodded proudly, bewildering her counterpart even more. “My younger sister and I, we learnt one hundred ways to say yes, I've forgotten a few but I still remember this,” she took up a hand, made it into a fist and bobbed it back and forth.
“Is that sign language?” Chan asked, now genuinely interested in what she was saying. Minjun nodded, attesting to his query. “That's cool, really! Is your sister also in Seoul?”
“Can I see your hair now?” Minjun rolled her eyes, her arms crossed as she was now standing beside the older.
“Sure, drumroll please?” Grinning, hairline held the hem of his beanie, imitating the drum, his flatmate joining in.
“Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr FOR FUCK SAKE, CHRIS, JUST SHOW ME, I'M DYING HERE!”
“Tada!” Chan was basically wheezing at how annoyed she looked. He finally removed the headwear, revealing his newly coloured hair *author chuckles* “Its blue!”
“You look so adorable with blue hair, Chrissy!” Minjun ignored Chan's mutters of not wanting to be called that. “Can I touch it?” she prodded, already whisking her fingers through his light blue hair *author chuckles again* “Chris your hair is so soft!”
“Thank you,” Chan had a dumb grin on his lips, finally happy that someone acknowledges the fact that he has hair. “I'm really glad you like it! I was kinda skeptical about changing cause you complimented my old one so well-”
Minjun stopped playing with his strands, glaring at him. “Dude shut the fuck up, whatever stupidasss thing you do is fire!”
“I'm confused. Is that a compliment or an insult?”
“Both!” The brunette swung her hand, knocking Chan's flaming hot cup of tea, causing the ceramic to tip over, spilling its burning hot liquid content on Chan's.....
“MY TRALALA!”
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Guess who's still alive!
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Anyways hi, how are you?
My man Lee is having a day off so my other man Kim (> ^▫^)> will be taking your votes and comments. Bro a monster, I wouldn't mess with him if I were you!
Have a nice life...
Cya💖
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