BTS Imagines

Jin - Pretty in Pink

«fluff»

Jin was a princess at heart, and everyone knew it.

He unexpectedly complained a lot. He liked to have things his way. He pitched a fit when he was ignored, and he'd snap back if someone should ever comment about how much he ate. Not to mention how handsome he was— or how much he knew it.

It really wasn't that hard to see. He'd even earned the nickname "pink princess" because of his love for the color. Don't get it wrong though; Seokjin was a great guy— caring, hardworking, humorous— it's just that sometimes he could be a bit... unpredictable.

He wasn't as hot blooded as others (ehem, Jungkook), and when he did make changes, they were a surprise, yes, but they were minor. That's why, when he brought up dying his hair, you thought maybe he'd just go from black to brown. Maybe blonde if he felt extra daring. And then...

"Hey."

You were copying down some directions from your computer screen. Too focused on finishing that last sentence, you didn't pay him much attention. You only offered a distracted "hey" in return.

"Look up," he urged.

"Wait, I'm busy."

"Just real quick. I dyed my hair~"

"Yeah?" With a quick scribble, you slowly turned your head, your eyes still trailing along the paper to double-check all of your info. And when your gaze finally landed on the man beside you, a shockwave ripped through you. His hair was pink.

"...Oh."

You sat lamely with wide eyes and parted lips. Not only was it pink, it was styled differently. Whereas it usually laid all across his forehead, now it was side swept— and looked really good.

Jin didn't wait to be told that though.

"How is it? Isn't it nice?" He slid over to the nearest reflective surface which, in this case, was a window. "Gah. Look at the—" He carefully situated his fringe with his fingers. "It's so—"

Lacking the words to convey his awe, he clenched his fist and made a drawn out "waaah" sound. Then, in astounded English, he turned, made motions with his hands and burst out:

"Face! Perfect faceu!"

Breathing out a laugh, you offered a lopsided smile and indulged him in his self-admiration. "You're a prince!" You praised. He laughed and turned back to the window, striking a pose for himself.

Though it was surreal, you were satisfied with the change. Jin was (of course) quite pretty in pink.

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what is this bye I'll have to make it up to Jin in his next one