Hoseok's fingers were tangled in Jimins black locks as he massaged navy blue dye into his hair. He was sighing mournfully as he did because the natural colour of Jimin's—black hair, he perosnally loved the colour on the younger, and would be made sure he was aware of it.
"Why do you have to dye it again so soon?" Hoseok pouted, rubbing the dye into every part of his hair.
"It's only been two weeks," Jimin huffed, turning his head to face Hoseok but his head quickly being pushed so he was facing the mirror again.
"Yeah, but, you look so much hotter in black hair," He mumbled, brows furrowed, checking to see if he dyed the hair correctly. "There," he said, clipping some tangled hair up and popping a processing cap over it.
"Don't you have to help hyung cut his hair?" Jimin turned his head to stare up at Hoseok from where he stood. Hoseok pushing the latter's head once more to face the mirror. "Remember what happened the last time he cut his hair?"
"He can handle it." Hoseok sighed, scrubbing dye off his hands at the other bathroom sink. "He's the one who wanted to cut it off after all." He mumbled, Jimin side-eyeing him for a moment before his gaze went back onto the game he was playing on his phone.
Namjoon was around the house somewhere, his own hair being coloured a pretty, soft shade of violet that did do him many favours, and Hoseok wasn't having it. He was supposed to be unattractive—not more attractive than he already was.
"Hoseok?" Namjoon's voice called down the hall, prompting Hoseok to drop his forehead down onto Jimin's shoulder. The younger reached up and patted a hand then squeezed it as Hoseok moved toward the door, keeping his hold onto Jimin's hand until their hands slipped from each other.
"I got it from here," Jimin whispered, pointing his head to the exist of the bathroom, inwardly telling Hoseok to go see what was the problem.
Hoseok made his way down the hall, taking his time and kicking at the marble flooring until he took the two steps up to the bedroom door. When he saw him, the taller froze, pressing his lips into a thin line and narrowing his eyes. Hoseok prepared himself for a lecture, for an argument, but all he said was, "Hey."
"Hi?" It came out like a question, his confusion plain as day on his face.
The taller's brow was furrowed, nose slightly crinkled. His hair was dyed the beautiful colour, violet but slightly bit more on the pink side, it had grown too, somewhat turning into a mullet. He looked good. Really good.
"I was going to cut my hair and I was wondering if you'd help me," he said, shaking his head a bit for emphasis. Leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, and muscles flexing as he did so. The online of his biceps clear as day as the shirt he wore did nothing.
It wasn't as short as it once been - when they'd dated, Namjoon liked keeping his hair a certain length, short and clean. Now, it touched his neck, thick and healthy. A pretty colour making his tanned dark skin popping even more.
"I thought you didn't need help?" Hoseok questioned, arms folding.
"You know me," Namjoon replied simply, a short smile forming as the two baby dimples appeared and disappeared just as fast.
The corners of Hoseok's lips twitched as he nodded toward the bathroom, gesturing for the taller to sit at the vanity in the mirror at the counter. Namjoon pulled his shirt over his head, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck as he did. Hoseok noticed the way the taller's newly built defined muscles would flex as he stretched.
"Relax. I'm cutting your hair, not about to kick your ass in a sparring match," he mused, running his fingers through his dyed hair with a sigh. "Your hair's always been so pretty and now it's ruined." His fingers pulled at some hair strands lightly. "All this bleach and heat damage."
"You don't like me like this, Hobah?"
"Mmm. I always liked you however you happened to be," he responded, dividing his hair with a comb and pinning bits to the top of his head. Namjoon didn't respond, merely caught the latter's gaze in the mirror for a split second before shifting his attention back to his phone. He'd already laid out clippers, so Hoseok started but cutting the length off. He took his time, making sure everything was even, using the clippers to buzz off the back and a bit of the sides until he was satisfied. As he stood before Namjoon, running pomade through his freshly-dyed locks, the latter decided that Namjoon would in fact always look good with anything.
Hoseok brushed the cut hair from his shoulders with a towel then leaned back slightly from where he stood between his legs. "There. Perfect." He gave him a half-smile then turned to start cleaning up the mess, only for Namjoon's fingers to catch one of his dainty hands, the taller's fingers grazing the outside of Hoseok's thigh. Namjoon tugged on his hand until he was facing him. He quickly laced their fingers in his one hand, the thumb of his other brushing over the smaller's chin.
"Hoseok," he said his name softly as he brought their laced fingers up to his neck, Hoseok's own fingers untangling from his and sliding around the back of the taller's head. The fingers of Hoseok's other hand traced over the Cupid's bow of his lips and in a moment of aching defeat, the shorter rested his forehead against his, eyes closing as they merely breathed together, the sort of intimacy that only two people that knew and loved each other deeply could share.
Namjoon tilted his head back, only just so his nose brushed against the smaller's cheek, his lips grazing the corner of the boy's mouth. And then they were kissing, his big hands running up Hoseok's curved sides, hands finding their way underneath the smaller's shirt and touching up his bare honey skin. He pulled back only slightly to look at the latter for a moment before he kissed him again, and again, and again. All soft kisses that had none of the bite that their dialogue usually involved.
"Joon, stop" Hoseok said, hands gripping the back of his neck tighter, pulling the taller in for another kiss. Namjoon smiled into the kiss because Hoseok's actions were doing the opposite of his words.
"I can't," He breathed into their kiss, deepening it, gently sucking onto the smaller's tongue.
"Okay," Namjoon felt small hands push against his chest. "C'mon Joon, for real," Hoseok breathed, kissing back but forcing himself to stop. "We can't do this," Hoseok breathed, pecking a soft kiss onto the taller's lips once more. "Not anymore. We broke up."
After what felt like forever, Hoseok pulled his mouth from his, though he so desperately wanted to keep going, wanted Namjoon to carry him out the door in his big muscled arms and lay him out on their bed and make him forget everything the last few years had carried, but he didn't. Instead, he pressed another soft kiss to his mouth, hating himself for letting it linger for a second too long, then stepped back, glancing at the floor and the scattered hair everywhere.
"I'm gonna get a broom to clean this up," Hoseok breathed, and then he was gone.
