❛ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧. 𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋

˗ˋ ୨ Bet regrets ୧ ˊ˗

"Why did you even do it if you knew you wouldn't like it?"

"I was going through a heartbreak! I had to regain my bad bitch self somehow and my dumbass just picked up pink without actually caring! Now look at me! I have to wear a hat 24/7!"

Doyoung stared back at Chaehyun with a blank expression. The pink haired male was going through a breakdown — he had deep regrets about dying his hair pink.

"Dye it back then?" Doyoung suggested in a 'duh' tone.

"No! Because my dumbass heartbroken self also made a bet with Haechan that said I would keep this hair for over a month- I AM NOT LOSING A BET TO HIM OF ALL PEOPLE."

Doyoung rubbed his hands over his face, it was far too early for him to be having this conversation, yet he knew if he even tried to walk away, Chaehyun would run after him and cry outside of his bedroom door.

"Your negative expression is making my negative mood even more negative!"

"Sorry," Doyoung replied dryly.

Chaehyun scoffed and turned to face the mirror. "I mean, I'm still hot as shit but pink. FUCKING PINK?"

"Yuta likes it," Doyoung tried to lift the mood with a shrug.

Chaehyun felt his eye twitch. "Yuta is a simp for my entire existence, of course he likes it. He likes anything I do."

He could've easily dyed it, but that was the last thing he would do. He would win the bet against Haechan even if it meant wearing a hat for the rest of the month.

He was about to go on another rant when his eyes lit causing Doyoung to groan knowing that Chaehyun just had a lightbulb moment.

"I could shave it off."

"You are not-"

"No because the bet says I can't dye my hair. Shaving isn't dyeing," Chaehyun explained, eyes bright with excitement at his horrible plan.

"No."

His face dropped, grin turning into a frown. He pressed his hand against the counter top and raised an eyebrow.

"And why not?"

"Because you love your hair more than you love Lucas - and that says a lot. And I know full well, that you would cry for a year if you shaved it."

He had a point, Chaehyun couldn't deny.

"Since when did you have to be the rational one, damn. Your negativity is really ruining my vibe."

"My negativity?"

Chaehyun nodded. "Yes. Your vibes are off and it's making me uneasy."

Doyoung let out a breath. "Good to know that you're back to your very annoying self, remind me to thank Lucas for bringing you back."

Chaehyun smiled at him, either he didn't get the sarcasm mixed in with Doyoung's tone or he was flat out ignoring it. Either way, Doyoung rolled his eyes for the nineteenth time in the last 15 minutes.

"I'll be sure to pass on your gratitude."

Deciding to leave the conversation at that, Doyoung turned and headed out of the room leaving Chaehyun to stand and regret his life decisions whilst staring himself down in the mirror.

"Real men wear pink, Chae. You're the hottest guy in the game. It doesn't even look bad, you look sexy as hell."

He stepped back and cocked his head to the side, his hair looked good but the colour was not his thing at all. So, he let out a disapproving huff at his past self's reckless actions and grabbed the bucket hat off of the counter and placed it on his head.

"Much better," he hummed.

"Yooo, I literally- dude are you okay?"

Mark sat up on his bed as Chaehyun trudged through the very messy room that they shared. Eleven was laying across his bed, taking up most of the room since she was now much bigger.

With her sprawled out across his bed like a Princess, Chaehyun was left to perch on the end.

"I hate my hair."

"Why though? It looks good."

"Because it's pink Mark! It's not my style, it's too bright!" Chaehyun whined loudly.

"It literally like looks fine," Mark assured him not really seeing the issue. Sure, he knew that Chaehyun wasn't fond of bright colours but as long as it didn't look bad, he isn't think it mattered.

"Yeah because it's hard to make me look ugly," Chaehyun responded.

"Yo, I aspire to have your confidence and self love."

Leaning back, Chaehyun snuggled his head into Eleven's very fluffy and thick fur. She turned her head to check what he was doing before nuzzling her head into the blanket.

"Dye Eleven's hair pink so you can match."

Chaehyun's head shot up instantly causing him to shoot daggers towards the younger boy.

"I am not going to torture my baby like that, Mark Lee."

He would rather take a scooter to the ankle than ever dye his dog — especially the colour pink. She meant far too much for him to ever do that to her.

"Fine whatever, you wanna go get some pizza? I'm starving."

"Obviously, but if anyone looks at me weird I'm going into hibernation until this stupid bet is over."

In conclusion, the last thing he will ever do again in his life is dye his hair pink.

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i was so lost whilst writing this chapter, i had no idea how to finish it off but i like it, so im hoping you guys do too.

thank you so much for reading, this wasn't proofread but i hope you enjoyed anyway.

you're greatly appreciated 💚

— blue x