Green With Envy || Yoonmin

23; "Yes, I'm sure"

Jimin promised himself that he'd change, but right now, he just wants to go back home instead of sitting on this chair.

"Sir, are you sure about this color? It's going to need bleach, and once it's on, it won't be easy to get rid of it."

Jimin wants to yell no, but something inside him keeps going against him. "Yes, I'm sure." He doesn't kook sure at all, but the hairdresser decides to start anyway. He doesn't get paid enough for this.

"Alright. This is going to take a few hours, so if you have any plans, you might have to cancel them."

-

It did indeed take more than a few hours. And Jimin isn't sure if it's worth it or not. He's been staring at himself for tithe past fee minutes, and he can't take his eyes off himself. He doesn't know if it's his newfound confidence and urge to start loving himself, or the new hair color, but he looks fucking fabulous. He didn't know this color would suit his skin color his much, but damn, he looks like a completely different person.

Now, all he gotta do is give Yoongi his gift and a little sorry note, and that's it. Sounds easy, right? Well, now he has to figure out how he's going to explain his new hair to Taehyung. He already knows his first words when he sees him. Are you depressed?

"Oh my god, Jimin. Are you depressed?: Taehyung's eyes widen as Jimin steps into their dorm, his instant reaction is to go touch his hair, as if making sure it's real.

"Just because I dyed my hair doesn't mean in depressed!" Jimin protests, shining as Taehyung keeps on pulling his hair.

"Yes, but not when it's that color! Are you sure it's not a wig?" Taehyung cups both Jimin's cheeks and squishes his face a little, taking in his cute pouty face. "It suits you,"

"Fank you," Jimin says as best as he could, with Taehyungs hands squeezing the shit out of his face. "Can you let go now?"

"Right, sorry," he grins, letting go of Jimin's face and patting his head, watching his hair bounce a bit before he finally gives Jimin his space. "So, what's with the new hair?"

Jimin lets go of a breath. "I dunno. I thought it'd help me find myself." He looks down, kinda embarrassed now that he's saying jt outloud.  "Okay, okay, I see you making effort here. What about Yoongi? Did you apologize?"

"Not yet. I was about to, though. I just don't know what to write to him. Don't you think the gift is already enough? I mean, it wasn't cheap..."

"A handwritten note would mean a lot more to him than an expensive gift."

"Right, I guess. Fine, I'll write something real quick, and I'll go give it to him." Jimin grabs a piece of paper and a pen, resting them on the desk and writing whatever came in mind.

"Jimin hyung, I'm honestly very proud of you. Even if you haven't done much yet, I'm proud that you're trying and you have your mind set to it. I'm already liking the new Jimin a lot," Taehyung smirks, elbowing Jimin's side, eyeing his hair.

Jimin smiles but continues writing. "Thanks, Tae. It means a lot. Alright, I'm done. And i kinda have a plan. I'll take the note to his dorm while you set up the gift. I'll give the note to him, and he'll be like aww thanks whatever and he'll think that's it, but them boom, I'll take him here and he'll see his gift and he's going to freak out and forgive me and propose and buy us a house and-" he is interrupted by Taehyung's ugly chuckles.

"Seems like you've been planning this for a while. Sure, I'll set up your gift." Taehyung wipes his fake tears.

"Kidding, I was kidding about the last part." Jimin rolls his eyes. When he's about to leave, the doorknob twists open, and Jungkook enters, a big smile on his face. "Good morning Tae- oh my?! Sexy Jimin? That's a new," Jungkook jokes, earning himself a middle finger from Jimin. "Nice hair, any occasions?"