A Very Good Jackpot (Block B FF)

C2> Hair Dye is Essential

Especially P.O, all members had convinced their leader to stay at the house for at least until the rumours had gone.

I mean, they were robbers, a notorious gang, and almost qualified as murderers. (Well, at least Zico owned that title out of the members.)

"Well, if we're going to stay here, we should at least hide this," Zico grumbled, gesturing to his blonde hair, then pointing at P.O's bright red hair. P.O gasped and touched his hair in defense, but one laser stare from Zico told him otherwise about arguing.

"I mean, how are are going going get dye though?" P.O pouted, stroking his blood red coloured locks. Zico snickered and grabbed the thirty dollars carelessly thrown on the counter counter waved them around. Before kind B-Bomb or Taeil could stop Zico from stealing the hostess' money, he was already saying sayonara at the other members at the door.

"Let's go quick," Zico smirked, and pointed at the rest of his group members as well. "You guys also. They probably noticed our hair colours, and I mean, when was the last time we all dyed out hair?"

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With three large plastic bags filled with hairdye project needs, poor B-Bomb hauled back all the items to their van.

Of course, a large white van wasn't the best vehicle to own as a gang, but it was all the seven boys could afford. Inside the van, were piles of clothes seperated into categories of stinky, not as stinky, so and so stinky, and super mega stinky.

The last category had the most of clothes.

The boys had changed to regular-ish street clothes, with hoods to cover up their hair colours. Zico had even tied some of his hair and pinned a few strands back to look more like a boy and less like a rock star with long hair.

"A... Little... Help..?" B-Bomb gasped as a bag containing small brushed and plastic bowls almost tumbled out of his arms when gracious Taeil grabbed them before they could clatter to the floor and hear Zico complain about how a dirty brush wasn't going to touch his hair.

"Thanks Taeil. Now to the van!" B-Bomb yelled, and watched in horror as all the other members ran ahead, with Taeil struggling to help B-Bomb to not drop the bag holding plastic gloves and air fresheners.

"Wait, Zico!" they both yelled after their younger leader and tried to run after him before he forgot about them and drove away without the dye products.

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"Hey, where did you guys go?" Seomi asked, suspicious of how the guy with a great jawline and Mr. Wire Rimmed Glasses were trying to hide things behind their backs.

Jeez, I really need to learn their names before I call them something like Jawline or Wire Glasses. Outloud.

"Oh, uh, ye know, outside," Zico laughed sarcastically. They shuffled to the bathroom, and Zico managed to stick the remaining change of $5.65 on the counter where the thirty dollars had originally been.

In their attempt to crab walk to the bathroom, B-Bomb slipped. dropping an amazing amount of contents to the floor, before scampering to scoop up all the boxes. In a rush, a small purple box was left behind, a photo of a man with purple hair.

"Well, what's this?" Seomi snickered, and picked up the discarded dye carton containing what seemed to be purple hair dye. On the front, the words permanent were printed.

"Uh, just something to colour our clothes," Red Hair suddenly snatched the box and placed it in the bathroom, and the other members also shoved the bags in with a huge clunk before they revealed more secrets.