First Love

Chapter 8- Unexpected Secrets

(This is another Yoongi POV chapter)

Yoongi groaned when he was told that he had to dye his hair again. He really hated going through it for every comeback or every in between comeback. He was certain his hair was going to fall out if they kept it up.
Taking a swig of his coffee, he wandered over to the station where the hair stylist motioned him and plopped down in the seat. Glancing over at the sample locks of hair with the members names on it for the comeback, he stopped when he saw his name.

“Blonde again?” he rolled his eyes and leaned his head back as Tae and Jimin came to join him.

“Aww hyung, you get to be blonde?” Jimin said as he touched his hair, earning a swat from Yoongi.

“Why are you in such a bad mood hyung?” Tae asked, smiling seeing his hair got to be red this time.

“It’s fucking early Tae and now I have to dye my hair this stupid color again.”

“Cheer up hyung. Ji-hyo will be in soon and you don’t want her to see you grumpy.” Jimin teased.

“She has seen it before.” Yoongi muttered.

The stylists started working on the three boys with washing and dyeing their hair, Jimin and Tae talking amongst themselves, while Yoongi was staring at his phone, ignoring them.  Once they had the dye in their hair, they had to wait for it to set and that was when Ji-hyo entered.

Yoongi automatically knew when Ji-hyo entered a room. Everything seemed to be lighter when she was in the same place as he was. Despite the fact that he acted like an rude, grumpy person around her, his mood was always better, but he wouldn’t let her know that.

He watched as Ji-hyo talked to the artists in the department. She looked absolutely stunning, he always did look beautiful in bohemian style clothes, comfortable yet sexy, the perfect style he loved. She didn’t care about expensive clothes too much, just as long as she was able to do what she needed to.

Seeing her supervisor pointing her in their direction, Yoongi quickly leaned his head back and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He didn’t want her to know he was staring at her.

He heard her greet them all and talk to Taehyung and Jimin, with them telling her about their hair. Then he heard her greet him, in her tone knowing he was pretending. She was always so sharp, so he gave her a wave with two fingers.

“Don’t mind him noona, he was up late last night working on a new song, apparently this one has some piano in it.”

A few seconds later.

“Why are you smiling noona?”

Yoongi opened an eye and saw Ji-hyo with a small smile on her face, her eyes filled with memories.

“Nothing, I just remembered something when you said piano that used to make me really happy.”

Yoongi smiled as well, not from the memories, but from the fact that still held onto the memories they shared together when it came to the piano. It was probably his favorite times he spent with her. He would play whenever she wanted, whatever she wanted and she would stay close to him humming along, her head against her shoulder, the smell of her hair tickling his nose. He loved those moments with her. He also enjoyed the times he tried to teach her to play. Where his fingers could skillfully play the most complicated music put in front of him, she had problems playing “Chopsticks” which made him laugh all the time. She would get so frustrated and wander off, but he would always bring her back with his playing. But she really hated that she couldn’t play, and he never hesitated to tease her about it. Like now.