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"You know what," BamBam suddenly calls out, massaging Namjoon's wide shoulders and pressing his fingers into the omega's prominent collar bones, "I actually really like this colour on you."

"No!" Yugyeom shouts, "This colour is so boring and he's had it before!"

"Bammie, as much as it physically pains me to agree with Yug, he's kind of right," Youngjae snickers, brushing the blonde locks out from Namjoon's eyes.

Namjoon watches the three younger boys with amusement through the mirror, loving how they naturally bicker around him while arguing about what colour they're going to dye his hair. His hair has just been bleached and Namjoon does like it, but he also wants to try something new and the three younger boys are not short on hair dye. The various boxes and bottles crowd around the bathroom sink and Namjoon considers that they probably own enough hair dye and bleach between them to open up their own business.

"You always side with him," the omega sulks, burying his face into Namjoon's hair and inhaling deeply, "you smell so good, hyung."

"Stop thirsting over him, slut!" Yugyeom gasps, the beta's eyes growing comical large and Namjoon has to suppress a giggle.

"Right, since I'm your hyung and I outrank you in the pack I get to decide his hair colour," Youngjae jokes, the alpha winking at Namjoon who instantly blushes, "besides, Bam, we really can't trust you after what you did to Mark hyung's hair."

"What was wrong with it?" BamBam cries, clearly offended and he snakes his arms around Namjoon's shoulders for comfort.

"It's so goddamn dry and dead now," Youngjae grimaces, "and Jaebum will literally kill us all if I let you do that to Namjoonie-hyung."

Namjoon smiles warmly, bathing in the love radiated off of the three younger boys. Even though he's older than them all some people think that they don't actually have to call him hyung since he's an omega, but that's an old law, back during the dark times when omegas weren't even allowed to control their own lives. Luckily, things have changed for the better now but they still have a long way to go. Laws can change but minds are harder, but thankfully none of Jackson's pack believes that one subgender outweighs another.

The bathroom eases into a comfortable silence as Youngjae sorts through the various bottles and boxes of dye. Namjoon breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees Youngjae put down a bottle of bright orange dye. Jimin is currently wearing the exact same colour and easily pulls it off but Namjoon doesn't think he'd be able to, and he doesn't really want a colour that will remind him of a former pack mate anyway.

"If no one is going to listen to me, then why don't we just ask Joonie-hyung?" BamBam smiles, nosing into Namjoon's blonde hair and faintly scent marking him with his sweet bubblegum scent.

"Okay, that could work," Youngjae shrugs, putting down the bottles that he'd been staring at.

"What colour do you want?" Yugyeom grins, practically bouncing on the tips of his toes as his warm sage scent fills with excitement. The younger beta reminds Namjoon of Jungkook so much, not just because they're the same age and are friends, but he pushes the thought aside.

Gingerly, he picks through the dyes, awkwardly leaning across the counter. It's hard to move his arms with the other omega still firmly attached around his shoulders, and Namjoon knows if he was strong enough that BamBam would probably have his legs wrapped around his waist too. But he's not, at least not yet. Jaebum had already been talking about dragging Namjoon with him to the gym, and he really wasn't looking forward to that.

He sees a colour and something about it feels right, so he picks up the bottle and places it in the alpha's waiting hands, "I want that one, please."

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