"have you ever, like, f-", hoseok began.
"-wanted to get a pet chinchilla? yeah."
"no, like have y-"
"ever wanted to go skinnny dipping? yeah, i really did."
"wait just listen, have y-"
"oH MY GOD YEAH I'VE ALWAYS WANTED A DOG ITS-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME FINISH MY GODDAMNED SENTANCE, MIN YOONGI!", silencing the older boy.
yoongi furrowed his brows and huffed and hoseok cleared his throat.
"Min yoongi-hyung, i mean."
"well, what is it?", the older boy grumbled
"well,", he began, grinnning cheekily, "d'you wanna dye your hair with me?"
"no."
the taller boy huffed and tried to catch up with the idol, pouting.
"why not?"
"because," he began.
paused.
shrugged his shoulders and continued walking.
hoseok stomped his foot and ran after him while trying to convince yoongi. the older boy stopped in his tracks, grinned and cocked his head upwards.
"pick a colour, dummy."
the hair salon stood there, right in front of both boys, almost luring them in. (a/n: stfu ok ik a hair salon doesnt have THAT much appeal but just deal with me ok) and suddenly, hoseok had second thoughts. yoongi, however, made up his mind as he took large strides into the salon.
"is jin free now?"
the short redhead lady glanced at the large book in her hands and called out for a 'kim seokjin.' almost instantly, a tall blonde, possessing the beauty of a god, sashayed out.
he quickly grinned at yoongi and stared at hoseok. he then, without permission, twirled hoseok's hair and yanked his hand back, very much deep in thought.
"orange.", his musical voice flowed out.
yoongi grinned and gently pushed hoseok to seokjin with a soft "off you go!"
seokjin paused for a second, before straightening his shoulder.
"you may, uh, want to sit down now?"
(a/n: I DONT KNOW WHaT IM DOING lordt help this poor girl)
