"Um... Uh, excuse me.... No wait- ugh fuck..." I face palmed and the boy smiled down at me, dimples displaying themselves to me. "Do you need help?" His deep voice washed over me, and I drowned in the way his english rolled off his tongue like tidal waves. "Oh my gosh! Yes please, uh... Can you pick two hair colours? Any." I weezed out and walked back to the hair dyes. I heard the guy's foot steps behind me, and I pointed up at the cursed boxes that were way out of my reach. I gasped when I felt his hands at my waist and his firm chest pressed against my back as his slender arm reached up for two boxes of hair colourant and then stepped back. "Are this two colours okay?" His voice rang throught me, pulling me out of my shock. I looked at the two colours and nodded, not caring about the colours he had chosen. *first BTS fanfic.