After a tiring day, Jae had the opportunity to come back home. Entering his home was the best part of a day. Familiar, sweet scents hit his nose every time he opens the door.
"Here you are!"
Said one male voice coming from upstairs. It was Wonpil. You might heard of him (might xd), he lives with Jae. Usually, Jae brags and whines about Younghyun at home to Wonpil. He's like advice giver, Pili listens and gives hints.
"Anything new"
"He looked into my eyes 4 times"
"Pffft"
It wasn't Jae's blame that he was unlucky. Younghyun only views him as a basic nurse. No feeling intended if we are talking about Kang Younghyun.
Jae hit Wonpil one time making him fell a little. Hitting Wonpil made no sense because, in fact, the only person who worried about Jae's love sentiments was him and only him.
Wonpil himself wasn't luckiest. Parent issues and love problems combined gave younger pretty bad anxiety. He was on cloud 9 whenever spending time with beloved people. Sometimes his problems turned into gas and floated higher leaving the fog. Wonpil had to spend time with people he adored not trying to look further into the future.
"Maybe you should dye your hair."
Said Wonpil with little widened eyes. His voice drawn a bit of curiosity. Jae was really desperate, he could do a lot to impress the surgeon. Also, his blonde was already long-lasting on him. Time for changes.
"I'd love to. Maybe this will draw more attention to me"
Stated Jae making a disappointed and tired face. He used to whine a lot about not being noticed maybe if he changes his style it'll make him stand out more.
"then let's go to the hair salon. I know the person who'll do this job perfectly!"
Said Wonpil dragging Jae upstairs to change clothes. Wonpil was the comfy and cozy type of guy, he wore a peach basic sweatshirt and black knee ripped jeans. Jae wore a blue hoodie, chess pants, and black slip-on.
They walked a bit. Was evening. The cold wind made them shiver a little. Last time Jae thought about changing style was year ago. This made him worry. Wonpil sure wanted to help him with his love adventures.
"here!" said Wonpil bouncing. Later when they entered he added, "Nayeon! Oh God, I know no one can do a style makeover rather than you."
The girl looked at them with a smile. Pili and Nayeon were friends. Also, she was his stylist (?).
" I'd be glad to! Let me see what we can do."
she stated with a wide smile.
" I suggest dark brown hair with yellowish locks."
Wonpil poked head from Jae. He was shorter than the guy standing in front of him.
"Great idea! What about hairstyle?"
"Haircut."
Said Jae politely forming a smile. He was extremely thankful to his friend and stylist who's about to do a makeover to him.
After some time they got done and Wonpil could get outta salon. His hair took forever. When they were on a way back they saw Younghyun's house. It was dark as always. No sound came out either light did. Maybe he was out at night at his favorite cafe. Jae didn't know for sure.
Ah yes. I somehow managed to write this at school through the English lesson.
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• 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 • k.yh + p.jh •
Fanfiction-alexithymia/əˌlɛksɪˈθʌɪmɪə/ - the inability to recognize or describe one's own emotions. Younghyun just can't feel any emotions at all. His emotional numbness lasts too long for a point he can't really remember how emotions and passion taste. Even...
