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✔preferences ▷ #4

sleep is for the weak anyways
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     you play with his hair

   

    -RM

     His hair is blonde. It's silver-blonde.

      Namjoon rolls over, letting out a deep yawn. You sit crosslegged under him, his head resting on your lap. His large hands rested lazily behind you, his fingertips curled on the waistband of your sleep shorts.

   You didn't mind. It was one of the only ways he could sleep soundly. Just like how a toddler might need its blanket to sleep, Namjoon needed you. More specifically, he needed to be assured that there was no way that you could leave him when he was sleeping, without him noticing.

    But, in this given moment, you're focused on his newly dyed hair.

   Your fingers find themselves in his hair, pushing the fine locks off of his face. Slowly, his eyelids slowly rise, revealing his dark, almond-shaped eyes.

   "You woke me up." Namjoon pouts softly, pushing himself farther up, so that his head rested on your abdomen. You scoff, rolling your eyes.

    "I can't move a muscle, before you'll snap awake." You pout cutely. Namjoon's chest rumbles with laughter.

     "I can't sleep soundly without you."

     "Touché."

     He sighs, slowly falling back to sleep on your lap.

     "I like your hair by the way."

    -Suga

    "Oh my." You murmur, running your hands through Yoongi's freshly-dyed blue hair. He looks up at you from where he sat on the sofa, his arms wrapped around your waist while you stood between his legs.

    "What?" He asks, oblivious.

    "I love your hair!" You sigh, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He blinks at you, his hold around your waist tightening.

     "I thought you liked my natural hair color best." Yoongi pouts, looking up at you expectantly.

     "I lied. Keep dying it. But don't damage it."

     "I'm starting to think that you like my hair more than you like me." Yoongi sighs, leaning back onto the sofa, so that you were forced to lay down across his chest.

     "Shh. He doesn't need to know." You whisper, cradling his head.

     "Min (Y/n) how dare you."

   -Jhope

   "I dyed my hair! Do you like it?" Hoseok throws himself onto the bed next to you. You hum in response, not looking away from your laptop. You had a project for college that was due by the end of the week, and as much as you loved Jung Hoseok, you didn't have time for his hair.