MY GOD- THIS PIC OF TAE?!?!???!/!$.&2&2&,
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"You're fucking kidding... overnight shipping?" Yoongi mumbles as he gets out of bed.

I stand in the doorway of his bedroom with a small box and an innocent, fake smile on my face as I look at him expectantly. He stands there next to his bed for a moment and then sighs.

"Fine. Only because you won and I did say you could do anything to me so I'll be fair, of course. Just didn't expect you to choose hair dye." He shoos me away with his hand and I head into the bathroom down the hall and begin setting my hair dying station up with his expensive white towels.

He walks in after a few minutes with water bottles for us both from the fridge and sighs again at the sight of his white towels that will soon possibly be ruined.

"You better actually fucking try. I can't look like a train wreck when intimidating the people I'm raiding from." He sits on the toilet seat and I brush out his hair that has grown a bit, basically covering his undercut.

"I've dyed my own and other people's hair before. You're in good hands." I lie to him.

"Right." He mumbles, trying to look at the packaging that I pick up and dump the contents out of, "If I end up bald, I'm shaving your hair off." He threatens and I gulp because he really would do that.

I shake the bottle, mixing the creams and liquids together and then slip the clear plastic gloves on, "Bleach time! Is your hair naturally this color?" I glance to him.

"Yep." He says in a tone full of irritation and I chuckle.

"I'll only leave it for about a half hour on your hair then. I'll check every ten minutes, though, to be careful." I begin applying the bleach and I roll my eyes at his annoyed expression but feel a little guilty at his real pout, "You'll look good, trust me. I wouldn't completely sabotage you." I say softly and honestly, my heart thumping hard against my chest for some reason at the thought of genuinely upsetting him, "I wouldn't do something bad to you."

"I guess I... trust you." He practically whispers, "That's what friends are for, right?" He keeps his gaze down to the floor as I apply more bleach, looking down at him with my eyebrows raising.

I smile to myself and nod, looking back to his hair, "Exactly," I say as a matter of fact, "That's what friends are for."

We continue the process while silently listening to Seo Taiji and I can't help but internally chuckle at the fact Yoongi can go from angrily fucking me with a gun barrel to being sentimental during having his hair dyed.

Interesting

"Okay, done. Now we wait." I throw the bottle away and take a step back to look at him, his curious eyes glancing up to me and I laugh at his bleach covered hair that's slicked to his head, "And for good measure- " I pick up another package I ordered.

"No. Absolutely not." He shakes his head at the image of the product on the front.

"Yes." I open the package.

"I am not wearing that." He crosses his arms and then tries swatting me away as I get closer.

"You need to! Then you'll probably only have to sit here twenty minutes at most!" I argue back.

"Why do I need a fucking bonnet to make bleach work faster?!" He huffs, trying to snatch it from my hands so I kick his shin lightly.

I giggle at his wording and start trying to put it over his hair, "It's a damn shower cap! People use these or foil when bleaching so that it traps heat and helps the bleach work." I finally get him to sit still as I cover his hair with it.

"I look ridiculous." He turns away with a pout, "Don't look at me."

I sigh and get that guilty feeling again because I can tell he isn't joking. He seems to be acting and talking in a more vulnerable way lately, especially today.

Maybe he's getting more comfortable with showing his sensitive side...

I place my hands on both sides of his face on his cheeks and turn his head to look at me, my hands squishing his cheeks in an adorable way as I do so, "You look so cute. Never once have I thought you looked ridiculous and I don't think you look ridiculous now."

I smile and his eyes widen as he just stares at me. I turn to the sink and grab the package that's opened, the label reading 'Shower Caps: Contains 2' and I grab the second one out, putting it on myself.

I look at him in the mirror's reflection and smile as I fix my hair, "See, I don't look ridiculous and neither do you but if you think you really do, then we can look ridiculous together." I look back at my own reflection in the mirror while checking out my face and scar on my eyebrow but don't miss the small smile that slowly spreads onto his face as he looks to his fingers he's fidgeting with.

I check his hair ten minutes later and it has turned a dark brown. After another ten minutes, I check again and it's a pretty shade of light blond.

"Finished! Told you it'd help it go by fast." I smile at the results and hurry to get the cap off of his dying hair and get him over to the white marble bathtub.

"Shouldn't I just shower?" He questions my actions as I make him uncomfortably lean his head back over the tub's edge so that I can rinse his hair out.

"You're supposed to use cold water to rinse dye and bleach out, so, no. It'd be too cold to shower." I explain while he huffs, trying to not break his neck as he leans over the tub's edge more.

I grab the detachable shower head and turn the water on, spending a short amount of time rinsing the bleach out and then towel drying his hair. I finish drying it with his blow dryer and sit him back onto the toilet seat so I can get to dying it.

"This better turn out a good shade." His eyebrows raise as I shake the dye bottle, "Why'd you pick that color anyways?"

I shrug with a small smile, "At first I wanted to see you, the all mighty serious and intimidating Min Yoongi, have a crazy hair color to change up the look but I also thought this would be a pretty color on you. I think it'll be badass, honestly." I start applying the light colored dye.

He nods softly and allows me to do my thing, the music still playing in the background.

"Let's make a deal... " He smirks and I raise a brow, "If I can beat you in tonight's training, then I get to dye your hair this color as well."

I scoff, a smile gracing my face as I immediately nod a 'yes', "Okay, sure. And why exactly do you want to do that?" I nudge his shoulder playfully, "You think I'll look sexy with this hair color?"

"Yes."

My hands stumble with the dye momentarily but I calm the butterflies in my stomach quickly.

You absolutely fool, look at you getting all excited

I smile to him and he looks up at me, "Thanks." I say shyly, a tone I typically don't have.

"Cute." He mumbles to himself and I get a warm feeling from this interaction.

As crazy as we both act, a calm day like this is beyond nice to experience

I finish up dying his hair and let it sit for a half hour before I motion him back to the tub to be rinsed again. The dye runs prettily down the white marble tub as I message his head and hair, his eyes shut.

He sighs out with a smile and opens his eyes, looking to me as I lean over him to rinse the back of his head better, "I'm really glad I met you." His words catch me off guard, "Even though you can be an absolute brat and idiot and you never stop talking and- "

"I'm glad I met you too." I cut him off with a laugh, understanding.

He fiddles with his fingers again and he looks away shyly, an expression I'm not used to seeing from him even though I've only been here a very short amount of time.

So it's both of us, huh?

I towel dry and blow dry his hair again and can't stop grinning from how great he really looks with this new color. I use some hairspray and products on his hair to make it look even nicer for the big reveal and then step aside so he can see himself in the mirror.

"Oh... my God." He whispers, staring at his hair.

"Do you like it?" I nervously watch him.

He turns to me and pauses, my heart racing. He slowly brings a hand up and cups my right cheek in his palm, his thumb rubbing back and forth slowly as he speaks, "Yes. You did great, Y/n." He praises me in a soft, genuine tone and I can't help but show the big smile that spreads on my face as he stares down at me with a kind smile, one I'm not used to seeing.

"Thank you." I grin down to the floor, too shy suddenly to look up.

What's happening with him? First he was terrorizing me and now he's a lot softer

It's nice

"It's nice to have someone to do stuff with. I don't feel so lonely now." He admits and I smile up to him again.

He lets go of my cheek and looks back at himself again, playing with his hair that he's fascinated with.

"Oh! Let me take a picture. I want to remember today." I say a little embarrassed, nervous how he'll react.

"Good idea." He surprisingly agrees, "But not just on my phone. On yours too." He starts walking to his bedroom.

"On my... huh?" I furrow my brow, "You broke mine rememb- "

He looks back at me with a smirk and motions for me to follow, "No one will track you on a new phone that I programed protective walls into to block out people searching for you. No social media, this is only for you to have as safety and entertainment purposes. No signing up for any app with your real name or birthdate or email either. I'll watch over what you use it for, too, to make sure you don't accidentally fuck up something." He enters his bedroom and pulls a drawer open, tossing me a box with a knew lavender colored Iphone 12.

I stand in shock, staring at the phone he bought me, "Thank you!" I say in disbelief and smile at him, thankful.

"Mhm." He nods.

We sit in the loveseat in the corner of his room and take a few photos on both phones, "I can't remember the last time I took photos of myself. I take them to remember good times but it's been so long." He fiddles around with the camera settings as we take more.

"You look so good. I'm setting you as my new wallpaper." I shamelessly admit, feeling more comfortable since we seem to be on the same page of feeling closer to one another today for some reason.

"You just can't get enough of me, hm?" He winks at me in a cocky tone.

"I mean, you aren't wrong." I playfully smirk as I set him as my new lockscreen and homescreen.

He checks the time and gets up.

"We should get to training now since we don't have a lot of time before a mission I want you to come with me on in a couple of days. Let's get changed for combat training." He heads to his closet to grab me and him new outfits and he scoffs at my suitcases in the bottom of the closet, "At this rate I should just get you mens clothing. You haven't even touched your suitcase for anything other than undergarments." He jokes and I shrug.

"I feel more comfortable in the clothes you give me. And safer." I admit and he nods, smiling.

I take the clothes that he hands to me and look down at my phone's lockscreen one last time as I walk to the bathroom to get changed, smiling like an idiot.

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over 2000 words damn one of my longest for this book🦾

is the plot bad or anything or is it going too slow or fast? i rlly just write whatever comes to mind when i start writing/as i go