Duality |Postlude| Jikook/Kookmin

Chapter 8

Jungkook

"Pretty, pretty, pretty, I'm gonna be so lovely," Jimin sings in English while I drive to the salon that Jimin booked us appointments for. His little hands are balled up into miniature fists as he flails them around excitedly. "Lovely, lovely, lovely."

I smile widely at his behavior. He has to be acting cute on purpose. "You're already pretty and lovely. You're just getting your roots fixed, babe."

He hums. "And I'm getting my hair cleaned up. It's started to grow out where I don't want it. You're positive that you don't have a favorite hair color on me?"

"Yes, Jimin, I'm sure. Your more natural toned colors go with more clothing options, but the bright colors were also fun. The blond does make you look angelic though."

"Can I be your angel?" He asks cutely.

"I feel like you're my everything. What all are you?"

"Your calico cat." He smirks and I bring my eyebrows together. I've heard that before. Where is it from? When did I hear it?

We change lanes and I chuckle. "My mochi, my calico cat, my angel, my baby, my boyfriend."

Jimin giggles at me. "I can be whatever you want me to be."

"I just want you to be mine."

"I wouldn't wanna be anybody else~"

We arrive at the salon and we are able to get situated quickly and with ease. Jimin is excited and I'm nervous, hoping he doesn't have anybody do anything too weird to my hair. Just because I let him mess with my hair doesn't mean everyone else has free reign over it.

My fingers go to my hair. Hopefully they won't make me look weird.

"Jung-kook-ie~" Jimin sings, hugging me from behind. "Are you ready? We're dying your hair pink again."

"W-What?!"

"I'm joking! I like the black. It makes you look cute, but also dark and sexy." He whispers the last part, winking before plopping down in a seat.

"Aish, you play too much." I sit in the styling chair next to him and await my fate.

Jimin giggles and closes his eyes. "Trust your mochi. I wouldn't have told them a hairstyle that you wouldn't have liked. I know you so well."

"You do." I hum, feeling relaxed by his words. "I can't wait to see it. I'll try my best not to look."

"Thank you, Koo-Koo." He squeezes my hand for a second before letting go. "We're going to look so good."

"I bet." I grin.

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"Jungkook, you gotta stop playing with my hair. I'm trying to drive here."

"Huh?" I blink, playing with the soft, blond locks as I follow their curl pattern. "Did you say something?"

Jimin turns to me and puffs his cute cheeks up. "Jeon Jungkook, if we get in an accident, it'll be all your fault."

I lean in, smirking. "Say my name again, Jiminie."

He cuffs me, scoffing. "Put some 'spect on my name."

Licking my lips, I put my hands in my lap and side-eye him. "How about I put some cum on your face instead?"

Jimin swerves violently and my head hits the passenger door.

"Ouch! Jimiiiiiiin!"

"Oopsie." He smiles sweetly, but his eyes are mischievous. "Keep coming onto me and touching me while I'm driving and I'll have to make a backseat only rule."