froyo - tk.

thirty nine.

taehyung diverted his eyesight to the mirror, eyebrows furrowed, as he blew away the damp strands of hair that hindered his vision ahead.

"you honestly didn't need to do this," he mumbled indistinctly.

the ravenette retracted his stained hands from the elder's hair, advancing toward the sink. he proceeded to rinse the platinum blonde hair dye off his fingers.

"it's not like you could've done it yourself," jungkook chortled. "we went for almost fifteen rounds last night and you can barely walk now."

the other's face steamed pink at the ravenette's observation. "and who's fault is that?!"

jungkook grabbed ahold of taehyung's princess-themed hairdryer before blasting the tool on taehyung's scalp at its highest heat. he flinched at the scorching sensation of the dryer as the ravenette's laugh rippled through the room at taehyung's reaction.

"do you think you're freaking funny?!" the elder exclaimed. he shot daggers at the younger. "my head could've caught on fire!"

"sorry," the ravenette remarked, lowering the level on the dryer to medium. his whole slew of misconduct evidently irritated taehyung, but it was such a cherishing moment for the two.

in the time span of thirty minutes, jungkook lastly spun the elder's chair to reveal his newly-dyed hair. taehyung was ensnared by a feeling of shock due to his lack of confidence in the ravenette actually styling his hair nicely.

despite the fact that taehyung tightly held onto his blue hair for over a year, his brand new platinum blonde instantly enticed him. gazing up at the hair-stylist himself, taehyung could not control the smile that crept up on his face.

it might have been far-fetched, but to the elder, this moment transcended a simple change in hair colors. it rather symbolized a monumental progression in life for the both of them.

"thank you," the blonde spoke. "i guess."

"hey, no need to thank me." the ravenette leaned back on the counter, heavily analyzing taehyung. "and to think you couldn't get any cuter."

the blonde scratched the nape of his neck out of nervousness. he handled compliments horribly, especially from jungkook, meaning his most reasonable option was to blatantly ignore them. to compensate for the silence, taehyung approached the younger and fiddled with his darkened hair.

"i think it's time for me to do your hair," he suggested. "i'm willing to."

jungkook shook his hands in a disapproving manner. "let's just leave that for later. i'm planning on growing it out, anyway."

the blonde grunted.

he would look so good with a man-bun.

"t-that's a good idea," he blurted out.

the two situated themselves in quietness, simultaneously searching their brains for something to blurt out. taehyung fiddled with his slender fingers while jungkook placed his attention in scrolling through his phone.

the ravenette crammed the device in his pocket, planning to escape the engulfing air of awkwardness. he had lastly ran dry of excuses to use in order to keep taehyung company, meaning the only reasonable option was for him to simply depart.