Little Habits - Yoongi X Bts

Seven; Hair Color Speaks Better then Words

Jin let out a groan as he set the table. Hoseok has said he'd help him, but made a very extended shower for himself. So Jin was off to do dinner entirely on his own. Which was a bit too much for one person.

He placed the dishes of food, and a jug of icy water, "Dinner time," he chimes tiredly, as he slumped into his seat.

Within seconds, the members ran in, and sat at their usual seats. Yoongi stares at the food, but remembered what he had to do.

"You have to eat," Taehyung says, practically reading his mind, as he kissed the cheek of the younger, "Alright? You can do that?"

Jimin watched carefully, as Yoongi nodded with blushed up cheeks. Park Jimin was jealous, and it was undeniable.

the boys ate, everyone indulging on a proper and humanly proportion of food.

"Your food is so good hyung!" Yoongi says, adorably, still in big space for the time being.

Jin looked at the boy and smiled, "Thank you Yoongi-ah."

They finished quickly, hardly anyone telling at the table except for Jin and Hoseok. They always managed to keep a conversation up, usually with Jimin, in most cases.

"May I be excused?" Jimin asked, staring at his lap, waiting impatiently for an answer from his hyungs.

"And I saw this adorable video of Taehyung and Yoongi moments," Hoseok says, "And it made me notice how soft you two are for each other..."

Jimin got up, and exited. They all noticed, but only spoke up once he was in his shared room with Hobi, with the door closed.

"What's up with Jimin?" Yoongi asks in a low voice, "He was acting his normal self earlier, I even remember little space, he was happy looking."

"Isn't it obvious? He likes you, Yoongi-ah," Jin says, as Taehyung gulps down his water, and almost starts choking.

"Oh," Yoongi chuckles, "I didn't know that!"

"I like Yoongi," Taehyung says softly.

"And that's when Jin knew," Hoseok says, "He fucked up."

Maybe then wasn't the greatest time to dramatize, but Hoseok had truly seized the moment.

Jimin pulled at his hair, and sighed, "Well, I'm screwed." He looked into the cabinet in the washroom, and smiled something; hair dye. 'Maybe this'll make him like me...'

He shut the washroom door shut, and locked it. He picked up the bottle, after putting on some white latex gloves. He applied it to his hair, and followed the steps. But ignored one thing; the color. He wanted to surprise himself and Yoongi. Showing he could be just as free and open as Taehyung was, but better!

He washed his hair, and blew his hair dryer on his hair, not even sparing a glance in the mirror of himself.

He finishes, and looked in the mirror. "Damn, Jimin," he says, cracking a smile at himself, "Not too bad?"

He left the washroom, and the groups heads turned from the tv. Since, they had been worried sick about him. TV was one thing they could all do in peace, at this time at least.

"Jimin hyung!" Yoongi squeaked, walking over to the boy slowly. He held him in his arms tightly, and didn't want to let go. Nor did Jimin, who was hugging him back. 'what happened while I was away?' Jimin thought to himself, mentally shrugging at the little thought.

"Hi Yoongi," Jimin said in a low voice, because he may or may not have cried during his breakdown process of recoloring his own hair.

"Your hair looks pretty," Yoongi says with starry eyes, running his little fingers through Jimin's hair, "You got permission, right?"

Jimin shrugged, "Yeah, I'd been wanting to for a while so producer shouldn't care much of it." He sat on the floor beside the couch, and Yoongi sat atop the couch, behind Jimin. He felt anxiety creep into him, because he was so sure -but pretty unsure as well- that Jimin felt something for him.

The rest of the members were too frightened of Jimin, for once, to speak with him. Although, Taehyung just felt perplexed over his feelings. He wondered why he always felt so many things at once, towards all the wrong and right people in his life, and in this world.

Jimin's hair was a pastel blue, but still a bit blond on the parts closer to his head, or scalp. He liked it just as much as Yoongi did, since his action didn't go unnoticed.

The boys all watched tv, thoughts all swimming through their heads like fish. Up, down. Side, to side. All directions of their thoughts. Even though they all seemed engaged into the show on the TV in front of the seven members.

The screen went black, and Taehyung let out a groan, "The silence is killing me slowly." They all stared at him, as his cheeks went a cute little pink.

"Me too!" Hoseok said, scooting closer to Taehyung.

"I'm off to bed," Jimin says, getting up, and grabbing Hoseok's arm on his way up, "Let's go, Hobi."

Hoseok nodded, happy that Jimin wasn't pissed at him staying a bit silent towards him. He let out a sigh as the two went into their room, shutting the door behind themselves.

"Strip it down," Hoseok says, as Jimin tosses his rose colored pajama onto his bed. He quickly noticed Jimin's nervous stare, and realized what he said, "I mean, put on your pajamas faster Jimin.."

Jimin rolls his eyes, taking his sweater off. He catches a good look at himself in the mirror, and sighs, trying to like all of what he sees. "Seokie, can I ask you something? And, please don't worry or anything. You know I just need the verification so I don't fuck up, yeah?"

"Mm, yes Jiminie?" Hoseok replies, smiling at him softly, hoping it would comfort the slightly panicked younger.

"Do you think....Yoongi would like this?" He asks, gulping as he slips his pajamas on quickly, "W-would he Hobi?"

"Of course, Jimine," Hoseok says, wrapping his arms around Jimin softly, "What's not to like about you? You're as close to perfect as a person can be, Jimine."

Jimin blushed, "Thanks for the very much needed affirmation, I love you Seokie."

"I love you too Jimine," Hoseok says, tossing the light younger into bed, "Sleep tight, and pray to god that Yoongi doesn't wake upp little so you can actually fess up, you shy cutie."

'Not excited for that'