MAGENTA [TaeKook]

MAGENTA

Disclaimer

The idea for this fanfiction wasn't mine, it belongs to user @SLAYMEBTS on YouTube. She made an audio of this story that I highly recommend you to watch-COUGH specially if you cum from auditive stimulation like I do COUGH COUGH-and dude, I just needed to write that. I just needed to have that on paper with my words, to use my own way to bring that even more to imagination somehow. So there's the final product.

The link to the audio is https://youtu.be/e-iCuSZCHPs

The writing belongs to me but the idea and the lines the characters are speaking do not!

Enjoy!!

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Looking at himself in the mirror now, that might have been a mistake.

The pink hair, he meant.

Not that he had much of a choice, the boys from the marketing and visual production team had said it was a very good idea, but he agreed to it without as much as a little resistance-that was something that only ever happened with the color black, by far his favorite. All others were just meh, and he liked to complain about it. And then someone had the brilliant idea of putting pink hair to go with his black and purple stage clothes, and he'd had pink before, so he thought it was cool. But that right there wasn't pink; he thought maybe the team meant it to be some other color, some soft red, a warm orange, any color but that result.

That wasn't just pink. It was hot, bright and neon magenta.

It was the most scandalous color Jeon had ever had in his hair, and he thought he'd be ready for the change until he saw himself in the mirror and it was just a shock. A shock of bright magenta against pale white skin of someone who didn't see the sun for ages, a contrast so brutal that anyone would notice him a mile away and probably use him as reference points.

"Hello, sir, excuse me, where's the nearest gas station?"

"Turn left on the pink haired guy and you're it."

"Thanks!"

Oh, God.

He could already feel the stares.

"Pink." Came a voice from behind him and boy, did he jump off his skin. Turns out the stares he felt were actually stares. When he turned, a very dumbfounded Taehyung was looking at him, looking as if a truck had just hit him.

"Thanks for having scared the everliving fuck out of me, hyung." Jeon grunted, but Taehyung seemed oblivious to his irony because his stare was fixed on him, on his hair like Namjoon looking at kimchi when he was hungry. "What?" Suddenly, he was overcome with a wave of self-consciousness because of that God damned hair, and he brought his hands up to cover as much as possible of it before sighing. "Why are you staring at me like that? Come on, hyung, stop it..."

On his end of the conversation, Taehyung barely seemed to be registering what Jeon was saying to him, and he just stared at the locks like they were something he'd never seen.

What bothered Jeon the most was the fact he was extremely transparent, always; anyone who as much as laid eyes on Jeon Jungkook knew what he was feeling, if he was comfortable, sad, angry, happy, uncomfortable, bothered, annoyed, upset, content, even hungry. Even thirsty! But Tae? Tae was a stone. He had plenty of feeling, Jeon knew that much from endless conversations and years and years of knowing each other, of spending very long together, but when things like that happened... Jeon just didn't know what he felt. Staring at his face like this, Taehyung could be feeling anything: he could have hated it or loved it and Jeon would never know which unless he vocalized it.