My Delinquent|tk

15| you're a grown man! you can take on some geezer!

Jungkook—

"Are you sure you want to do this color, Kookie?" Taehyung asked for the sixth time, while the barber prepared the dye, after bleaching my hair. I sighed, softly, and nodded, not wanting to hurt him by shouting. "Yes, Tae. I want to dye it this color," I replied, annoyance, painfully, noticeable in my voice. The elder jutted out his bottom lip, and averted his gaze, "sorry, Kook. It's just...I've never seen you in any other color than brown and black. I thought that you might regret dyeing your hair so brightly." A small smile rose on my lips, despite myself. "It's okay, Taehyung. Don't worry, I want to do this, okay? If I really don't like it, then I'll dye it back to black." The blonde nodded, hair bouncing cutely.

Taehyung took a seat, in the cramped office, staring at my head intently, as if he was trying to imagine how my hair would look red. We were in a building consisting of multiple rooms, where each person had their own space to work in. Taehyung had announced to his parents earlier this morning that we were going to get my hair dyed, and they requested this place, and even went far enough to schedule me an appointment. It only seemed like I was just drowning in continuous debts with the Kim's. It felt slightly aggravating to suddenly start depending on the family like this. I hated it.

The barber began to apply the dye to my hair with a brush, and I closed my eyes. I was tired from staying up all night, worrying about my father and if he might already know where I am. His jail sentence was too short. He got out way too soon. Though, I'm worrying and thinking about how to avoid him, some part of me wanted to slap myself.

You're a grown man! You can take on some geezer! You're not the same little boy that you once were! Why run away again? Just deal with the bastard, and be done with it!

It seemed so simple. Just confront him, and take him on. If he thinks he can assault me then he has another thing coming for him. I shouldn't be scared of seeing his face, so why am I sitting in this chair coloring my hair? And why red? Why am I dyeing my hair a color that will definitely stand out in a crowd? Unless I want him to find me first. Was is that? Do I want that old man to find me? What am I going to do when he does?

The feeling of the developers working and burning my scalp interrupted my thoughts, as I sighed through my nose, trying hard not to inhale too much of the stinging chemicals. Weariness only became more evident, when I opened my eyes again. Even though it's a break, and I was supposed to be enjoying myself and relaxing, I just couldn't seem to be able to do that. Knowing my father was out of jail and the thinking about ways to repay the Kim's wasn't the only reason to why I was stressing out. The other reason to my sleepless nights lay solely in the form of Kim Taehyung.

I can't get the elder out of my brain. It was seriously frustrating! Whenever my guard would let up, thoughts of the smaller blonde would fill my head, and run around in my dreams. It was a curse. Things would only get worse when Taehyung was near me. Like now. He's just sitting there for Christ's sake! What the hell is wrong with me? Why does my stupid body yearn to have him close? Fucking hormones and their needs; I really want to slap myself silly. Agreeing to let the elder drag me to spend winter break with him was a mistake, for sure. Not one of my brightest ideas. But, you couldn't blame me. My thoughts were all muddled after I received that text from my father. I wasn't thinking straight. Not like I was straight in the first place, but whatever.

That's not the point.

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When we left the salon Taehyung would not stop gawking at my hair. "C-can I touch it?" He asked, almost shyly. I wanted to coo at how cute he was, but restrained myself, and nodded. With a timid hand, the elder fingered a few red strands, eyes growing wide with something like awe. "Wow, it really looks good on you, Kookie." I let a grin slip onto my face. I just couldn't resist him. "Thanks, Tae. I'm glad that this idea wasn't a screw-up." The elder clicked his tongue, and threw his arm around my shoulders. "It most definitely was not."

I bit my lip, silently scolding my heart for beating too fast.

He might hear you, goddammit! Shut up, you stupid, good for nothing, blood pumping organ!

"So are you having fun in my hometown?" Taehyung asked, snapping me out from griping at a body organ. I nodded, eyes drifting around at my surroundings. Daegu was definitely a nice place to visit. It's peaceful. Something that I definitely needed. Taehyung let us into his house, and called out for his parents. When there was no reply, the elder frowned slightly. "That's weird, I wonder where they went." We padded down into the kitchen to find two boxes of takeout food, and a note. Taehyung sighed through his nose, and picked up the slip of paper, reading it aloud.

"Dear Taehyung and Jungkook, we're sorry for not being here to spend more time with you boys. There was an urgent call from work, and we had no choice but to answer. We promise to come back to celebrate New Year's Eve. Have fun together."

The blonde pursed his lips, and went to go recycle the note. "I guess it's just us two," he chuckled, half-heartedly. I tilted my head to the side, "it's okay to not be happy that your parents aren't here with you, Tae." The elder lifted his head, a small smile on his face. "I know, Kookie. I just didn't want to seem like a spoiled little kid. Especially since your parents aren't—" he cut himself off, realizing that he was probably treading in forbidding water. I shook my head, "it's alright. Let's just eat the takeout, shall we?"

Taehyung nodded, and grabbed a box, peering inside. "At least they know what kind of food I like," the latter grinned. "Come on, Kookie, let's go watch a movie." He reached out to grab my wrist, and yanked me down the hall to the living room. It was impossible for me not to  stare at his blonde hair, flopping up and down, at every step he took. I resisted the urge to reach out and dig my fingers into it, and focused on the wonderful smell coming from my takeout. Taehyung seriously isn't good for my health.

Stupid heart.

Stop giving me away.

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Hey y'all wassup? It's another poorly written chapter coming right at'cha. Regular-Irregular is amazing, and Regular issa bop. Happy Jimin day, as well! Life is doing great for me, how 'bout you?

That was sarcasm, but really—how are you?

-Author-nim