MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Ten

"I'm thinking about dying my hair." Jimin said, as he continued to write measurements. Once again, I was making a design for the kitchen this time. Jimin laughed a short while before, but he seemed to be over it by now. "What colour do you think'll fit me?" 

Maybe. 

"I don't know," I said, looking up to observe him. I dyed my hair colours I knew would fit my appearance. For Jimin, since his features were unique, something too blunt would be okay. But if he dyed his hair something attention-catching, I guess it would fit him. "Orange?" 

"Woah." he broke into a laugh. I guess everything I said he found funny, huh? I would've been annoyed, but his laugh wasn't.. irritating. It made me appreciate speaking up. "You're the first one to say that!" 

"Black is good too," I pointed out. He had two choices - for it to either be very dark, or very bright. "Something between really blunt and really bright colours. It'll fit you." 

"Aish, you can never relate." he pouted, resting his arms on the table. "I think plenty of colours will fit you. Are you thinking about dying it a different hair colour?" 

"Yeah." I replied. "Maybe red. I don't know." 

"Really? Red, wow." he said, but it sounded like he was saying it more to himself. "Plenty of people will start giving you more space. You'll look so cool. What got you into colouring your hair, anyways?" 

I knew why. 

Because I was insecure - ever since I flew to Korea, I didn't feel like myself. I felt insecure. I didn't like my black hair. I didn't like how it reached my back. So I cut it myself - just below my shoulders. And I dyed it a different colour; my black hair made me remember the past I didn't want to remember. 

"I just.. got into it." I lied, faking a smile. 

He slightly tilted his head, as if noticing something on my face, "But you know, though every colour will do fit you, I think your natural hair colour will make you look best. I don't know, I just feel like it. And let me tell you, I have good instincts!" 

"Oh really?" I cocked an eyebrow, teasing him. He scoffed and nodded. 

"Of course!" he defended. "Back in highschool, I predicted that my friend and Taehyung will end up together! And they did. Taehyung just keeps thanking me. I feel like a hero." he said proudly. 

I laughed softly, but it didn't come out as forced. If it was, I wouldn't know. I turned to the side, feeling a sudden discomfort when I see a romantic movie playing in the screen. Jimin noticed this as well. 

"Aish, Seokjin-hyung's at it again." he clicked his tongue. 

My brows furrowed, "What's with him?" 

"He's messing with Yoongi-hyung again." he frowned. "Yoongi-hyung despises romantic movies. He's always so bitter about his lovelife." 

The way he talked about it didn't sound like it was just plain bitterness. "Is it something serious?" 

He took a deep breath, "Everyone pretty much knows. But don't bring it up anywhere else." 

I was suddenly curious. I didn't even know this Yoongi. Why would I be interested in his lovelife? I wasn't using this for blackmail anymore - just for information. I was a sucker for stories. And I hated it. 

"Back in high school, I met this girl." he started, continuing with his measurements. "She was.. mute. And a dancer like me! So no sweat, we became immediate friends. The practice room was just next to the music room, where Yoongi-hyung would always be after school. I guess that's how they met."