"it was me the whole time!" jimin cried.
"wh-what?" yoongi asked in shock.
"it was me," he cries, showing the necklace and tattoo so similar to his, "the whole fucking time."
it all clicked. the matching necklaces and tattoos, the way jimin looks...
"Jimin, I haven't seen you in a long time," the stylist noona smiles.
"Could say the same," he hugs her.
"What brings you in today?" She smiles.
"I want to dye my hair," he proposed. She looked at it, all color out and it was just his natural hair color.
"Okay, have a seat. I'll do a slight trim then let me know what color," she preps everything.
"Will do," Jimin nods and takes a seat.
"And why are you dressed for formal today?" She examined him.
"I have a meeting in an hour and a half," he shrugs.
"Alright, let's get on with this," she puts a cover on him.
She trimmed off half an inch of his hair and made sure the length was all good and even. Before dying his hair, Jimin let her know he wanted a bluish-silver. She mixed the dyes and began applying the concoction to his hair. Once every strand was covered, she put on a thirty-minute timer. Jimin busied himself with his phone, reading. He was so engrossed in what he was reading that he didn't even hear the timer go off. When he had to get his hair rinsed, noona had to tap him a bunch of times before getting him to the hair sink. She continued to rinse his hair until there wasn't as much dye running through the water. She dried his hair with a towel until it was damp before she moved him back to the chair and applied cold air through the cool setting of the hair dryer. It took about 15 minutes to dry completely before she styled his hair nicely. Jimin looked great at the end of his appointment. He has 45 minutes to kill before his big meeting and he decided that he'd go home after noona finished.
"Okay, done," she grins. She faced him towards the mirror and he smiled huge.
"Thank you," he grins.
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He paid her and left. He found his car and quickly drove home. He realized that he left something important in his office. Seokjin and the guys were at his place, unsurprisingly. Seokjin never left Jimin ever since he came back, he doesn't want to lose him again.
By the time he got to his apartment, he had 30 minutes left until the meeting started and 12 before he had to leave. Jimin walked into his apartment, not bothering to take his shoes off. He closed the door and looked up to see them staring at him. He pretended not to see them and he rushed upstairs into his office. He grabbed his laptop and designer bag before rushing down the stairs.
"He's so fucking fine," Jimin heard Yoongi whisper to Seokjin.
He blushed yet pretended not to hear it. Jimin grabbed a cold water bottle and downed half of it before checking the time on his phone. Sighing, he made way to the door.
"Jiminnie," Seokjin stopped him.
"Oh, you're here," he rolls his eyes.
"Where're you going, why do you look formal, and did you dye your hair?" Seokjin scans him.
"I'm going to work, I have a meeting, and I re-dyed my hair like half an hour ago," he shrugs.
"Well, good luck," Seokjin offers.
"Thanks," he opened the door, "don't make a mess or I'll be even more pissed once I come home," Jimin salutes to them before leaving.
"What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man," Yoongi smirks.
