Mental

11

"Hello sir, how may I help you today?" The lady smiled, standing behind the swivel chair and looking at the client through the mirror.

Yoongi was the client, in the hair salon. He wanted to.. change. Change something about himself. He needed a new look. Thankfully he wore makeup to cover all the bruising on his face, and he did wrap his hand so no one would faint from the sight.

"I want to dye my hair." Yoongi announced, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Even though he was passed out almost the entire night after having tons of alcohol, he still felt exhausted.

"Alright. What color?" She asked, about to go behind a door and make the color.

"Blonde."

"Light blonde? Dirty blonde? Bleached blonde??" She suggested a few, making sure the client wanted the right color.

"Light."

"Okay, I'll be right back." She said, going to mix the color up.

Yoongi remained in the chair, yawning and blinking a bit. His eyes felt super dry, and they were more than likely bloodshot. The hangover was awful. He still had that nausea feeling but he contained himself from 'doing' anything.

He tilted his head down, examining his own hand. Even moving it slightly caused a shot of pain to flow through his muscles. Well, he did admit to himself it was stupid to fuck his hand up but— he did deserve it, after all. He just had to make sure it didn't start bleeding again. It would bleed through the bandage if it got real bad, it was only a shallow covering over the cut muscles.

"I got it ready!" The lady came back, setting the coloring utensils on her work table, putting plastic hand coverings on. "Is this your first time dying your hair?" She asked, starting to carefully apply the color onto Yoongi's hair.

"No, but I decided I wanted to do something different with myself." Yoongi replies, throat more dry than the sand dunes the previous day. He hoped his mouth would've produced saliva by now but all that alcohol dried his mouth out, and his throat hurt like hell. It even hurt to talk.

"Ah~ I see. I've been there too, isn't like a young trend to dye hair?" She moved to another section of Yoongi's hair to color once she got one side done.

Yoongi shrugged a bit. "Yeah.. I guess it is."

It was quiet for some time, but Yoongi didn't know what to say. He didn't have the best time talking to strangers.

"So, how is your weekend going so far?" She spoke up after a while, making Yoongi look up again.

How was his weekend going? He almost wanted to laugh. The expected answer as always was supposed to be 'good' or 'it's going great' and then to elaborate a bit on that. In reality, his weekend was going pure shit.

"Oh.. it's going fine. How about yours?"

"Mines pretty well, but we've been really busy so I'm tired." The lady finished up coloring Yoongi's roots. "Also, I'm done coloring your hair so we will wait about 30 minutes." She added, setting the timer on her phone.

Yoongi simply nodded, getting on his phone in the meantime to make time pass quicker. His eyes widened when he saw he got text messages.

김태형🐯: Did you mess with Jungkook last night?

김태형🐯: He came back to us, safely.

김태형🐯: Also.. I kinda feel bad for beating you up now.

김태형🐯: Jungkook said something was wrong with your pants.

김태형🐯: But he didn't say what it was so, are your pants okay? Did they get hurt when we fought?

Yoongi read the texts from Taehyung, rolling his eyes.

민윤기💤: You kinda feel bad?
read at 1:32 PM.

민윤기💤: No, my pants are fine. Wow, glad he's back safely. You sound as if he chased after a crime scene.
read at 1:33 PM.

김태형🐯: Well, how am I supposed to trust you being alone with him? And yes, I do feel kinda bad. Lol, what's happening with your pants anyways? Did you rip them?

민윤기💤: I don't trust you alone with him either. Haha, I kinda feel bad too. Lol, no I didn't rip them and it's not really anything important so lol don't worry about it.
read at 1:37 PM.

Yoongi mocked how Taehyung typed. He didn't have time for this, so he turned his phone off and slipped it back in his pocket. He decided to wait the rest of his time in the salon boringly. He just didn't want to get on his phone.

—

"There we go~!" She said kindly, turning Yoongi around so he could see himself. "I think it suits you well." She complimented, making Yoongi form the slightest of a small smile. "Thank you..." He spoke softly, studying his new blonde hair.

The lady chuckled at how shy the boy seemed to be, pulling the black cover from his neck.

Yoongi stood up out of the chair, bowing to the lady as a 'thank you' and paying her before leaving. Now, he just needed a new style. He wasn't the type to go shopping... just the word 'shopping' made him want to puke and cringe.

A/N: I cackled a bit at this, because I don't necessarily like shopping either. I gotta be in the mood for it. 😂

It had to be done though, if Yoongi wanted a new look then that meant he had to go shopping for new clothes. So he started walking in the direction towards the mall, having a look in mind for himself. He was sick of being ignored in the school. He was sick and tired of being called ugly. Glow up never hurts, right?

Entering the mall, his heart started running in place. People. People all around. Gross.

'You can fuck yourself if you let your social anxiety get to you.' He told himself in his mind, ignoring his heart rate. He entered the store that looked the most badass to the eye, and he began looking at the clothing available.

—

In the dressing room, Yoongi admired himself in the mirror with the new clothes adorned onto his skinny body. He picked out an outfit he fucking loved, he couldn't believe he was starting to think it was fun doing this. He couldn't help but say, "The old Min Yoongi is dead, I killed him." He grinned.

A/N: Also, can I just say how much I hate Yoongi's father? He'll show up in later chapters and....yikes.