7 Bangtan Princes || Completed ||

044

Min Yoongi

"Why are you here again?" I stared lazily at Hoseok, blocking his way into my house. "I'm trying to dye my hair."

"Hyung, let's hang out." Hoseok pleaded. "I can help you dye your hair."

"I don't need help." I sighed. "I don't like when people try and force their way into my house. Aren't you supposed to be busy?"

"That's right! I only have a little bit. Please, hyung?"

"This is your 3rd time this week visiting me, Hobi. Go see Taehyung, you two need grow with each other again."

"Taehyung is with Hana."

"What?" My heart throbbed at his words, making sure not to show any signs on my face of his words bothering me. "Why are they together?"

"You can hide what you feel from your face but not your questions." Hoseok tsked, finally shoving past me as I stumbled to catch myself on the wall.

"YAH! Get out!" I yowled.

"Just for a little bit." Hoseok turned around and grinned at me. "You're dying your hair; I can easily stay out of your way. Just do as you were doing."

With another sigh, I slammed the door and stalked off towards the bathroom. "Idiot.. Why is he always barging into my house? He's too loud.."

I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature so that it was hot like I liked it, and then got on my knees so that I could put my head into the bathtub.

"Yah, hyung, you don't have any ramen." Hoseok burst into the bathroom, causing me to lose the grip on the shower head as it sprayed all over the room.

"You said you'd stay out of my way!" I yowled once more, gripping the shower head once more and rinsing the dye out. "I haven't gone shopping in a while. Hana ate all my ramen last time."

"Can I help you?" Hoseok came closer but I halted him by sticking my leg out.

"Don't even get near me right now Hobi. I don't want your help."

"If I were Hana, you'd gladly except, wouldn't you?" He teased, kicking my bottom hard enough to make me fall foward a bit and spray the water in my face.

"Hobi... For the last time..." I growled.

"Okay, okay!" Hoseok giggled and bolted from the bathroom, leaving me to rinse the rest of the dye out and put conditioner in.

If you were Hana, I wouldn't have protested you coming into my house.

I finished up with my hair and grabbed a towel, drying my hair fiercely as I exited the bathroom towards the kitchen. I dropped the now damp towel on the back of one of the kitchen chairs and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of soju that I had bought the other night. I hate drinking but I need it lately.

Everything is getting to me lately. It will feel good to be numb for a few hours.

I turned around only to be staring right into Hoseok's phone as he snapped a photo. "Yah, what the hell was that?"

"I'm sending it to Hana." Hoseok teased as he lowered his phone and pulled up Hana's contact.

"Stop it!" I panicked, trying to get his phone but he had already sent it. "What the hell? Why?! My hair is a mess and sticking up everywhere! I wasn't even able to pose or anything; I look horrible!"

"I bet you've taken horrible pictures of Hana before." Hoseok sighed. "Besides, when do you care about that stuff? You usually never care when we sneak bad pictures of you. I can totally tell that you're head over heels for her."