Chapter 06

Taehee's POVI stared at the newly dyed blue hair in awe, my mouth partially open as it's strands swayed from side to side.

It was silent with the clattering of Jimin's chopsticks moving quickly as an exception.

It much quieter than before. Much quieter. Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook had tried pulling Jimin's hair a few times just to assure themselves it was definitely his real hair.

Jimin abruptly looked up which took us back. We all flinched at the same time as he laid his chopsticks down in the table.

Jimin looked up at us in confusion, "what's wrong? You guys have been staring at me like some exhibit or may I say some freak show." He said emphasising the words 'freak show'.

We all looked away and pretended we weren't eyeing his new hair a few seconds ago.

Jimin scoffed and continued eating in silence. I observed him secretly, thinking about how great he looked even with such an unusual hair colour. With one look glimpse, he could effortlessly make my stomach fill up with butterflies. The feeling was strange but nice on the same time.

"So..." Jungkook started, trying to break the ice between all of us,"were you trying to be stupid?"

I flicked him on the forehead and whispered to him to be quiet. Jungkook scrunched his nose and crossed his arms against his chest, complaining about how he believed he had done nothing wrong to get flicked.

We all sighed at how clueless Jungkook was and silently face-palming ourselves at the maknae's obliviousness.

I rolled my eyes and resumed my staring at Jimin's hair.

But this time Jimin was staring right back at me, with a large smile plastered across his face and his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I guess you have to call me oppa." He said proudly and ran his fingers through his hair.

I stiffened and gave out a nervous laugh.

"Why did he have to reveal that?" I cursed silently to myself and bit my lower lip. Jungkook looked confused, obviously unaware of the situation unfolding right in front of him.

Hoseok and Taehyung turned to me, their lips slowly formed a teasing smirk.

"Okay I know what you're going to say and I'll recommend you don't say anything." I threatened and glared at the two who were smirking innocently to me.

Taehyung continued smirking and shrugged.

"So Jimin wasn't being stupid for no reason." He muttered quietly to himself but loud enough for it to be heard by me and not Jimin. I rubbed my temples and my eyes.

"Fans and classmates will be talking about your new stupid hair. Stylist noona's are going to be furious too." Hoseok assured him.

"It's okay I'll do my usual thing if people talk about me." He smiled enthusiastically.

"Usual thing?" I asked curiously, unsure of what they were talking about.

"When people talk about me I would always pretend I'm listening to music by putting on ear phones. It's just a way for me not to burst out and have a fight for something petty." I smiled and nodded at Jimin before returning my gaze to the boy with the horse shaped head.

Hoseok poked my forehead with his hand. I immediately slapped it away and pretended to be disgusted. At first he laughed but then he stopped when no one else laughed.

He awkwardly coughed.

"So are you staying over Hoseok?" He thought for a moment before nodding. I sighed disappointedly, don't get me wrong it's not that I hated having Hoseok around as company but Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were already a handful.

"Yay sleepover!" Jimin cheered and high-fived Jungkook. While Taehyung tried eating Hoseok's hair as he looked completely mortified.

I chuckled at their childish behaviour and smiled.

They might be annoying but this house has never been this happy before.

We all stood up and walked over to the lounge as Jimin had finished eating. We decided to watch all the episodes of love rain.

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"Yah Taehee stay still!" Hoseok whined as him and Jungkook attempted to braid my hair. I was trying to eat my chips on the same time and I was getting impatient.

"Come on, you've both been braiding my hair for the last hour. Hurry it up a little, Taehyung was able to give me a perfect waterfall braid in under 10 minutes." I complained and munched on my chips some more.

"At least I didn't burn your hair off like last time." I cringed at the bad memory.

"Yah just two days ago you wanted me to shave my hair and attend school as 'Kim Taeho'." I reminded him. "But could you please pick up the pace?" I pleaded.

"Noona don't blame me, I'm the golden Maknae. It's hyung who keeps bumping into me so I keep messing up." Jungkook said and bumped into Hoseok lightly.

"Yah!" Hoseok scolded.

I turned to Jimin and Taehyung who were playing games together. I caught Jimin staring straight at us but he quickly averted his eyes when we made eye contact.

I looked away and secretly looked across the room. He was staring at us once again. But this time I noticed he was glaring at Hoseok and me.

"Ouch gentle!" I lectured Jungkook who had just yanked my hair. He smiled in return and I couldn't help but not feel angry at him anymore.

Hoseok was humming a nice melody and I didn't want to bother him, while Jungkook was struggling to even finish one braid.

"Jimin are you alright?" I asked him as I looked at him but once again he averted his eyes away from me.

"It's nothing." He said as his voice cracked a little and he turned a light shade of pink. Taehyung snicked and poked Jimin as he whispered something to Jimin, earning a smack on head from Jimin.

I laughed a little and they both turned to me.

"You both need to grow up."

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I woke up that morning feeling all sore around my body.

Last night was quite chaotic; Taehyung wouldn't stop screaming as he watched Jungkook and Hoseok playing games, Taehyung then began performing a scene from 'To The Beautiful You' on the coffee table, and after a while I guess one of the neighbours had gotten sick of the noise for the past two weeks because she threatened to call the police if the noise insisted.

Hoseok was also performing girl group dances with Jimin after the lady left. Taehyung decided to glue all the pages of a book together and Jungkook went sleep early because he was tired.

It was . . . may I say like a zoo?

Either way I ended up staying up late and sleeping in, meaning I missed watching the boy's practice; but I doubted anyone except Jimin actually practiced.

That boy was a living machine. He always beat himself up if he even had the smallest mistake.

I stretched and jumped out of bed before doing my morning routine.

By the time I had changed and walked down stairs I noticed both Taehyung and Hoseok were sleeping on the floor of my lounge room. Both passed out completely spreading their arms and legs everywhere.

I quietly tried stepping past them in order to get to the kitchen. As I was walking I noticed Taehyung shivering so I draped a blanket over him.

I nearly woke Hoseok up as I 'accidently' stepped on his face twice.

The sweet smile of breakfast sniffled my nose and I could feel the urge to eat everything I had in my fridge. I walked into the kitchen to be welcomed by Jimin standing there wearing his uniform with two plates full of delicious western food.

I sat down, "Hey how was practice."

"Fine, but it was pretty boring since everyone else was sleeping. By the way school starts at period 2 today so we take our time while eating." I nodded and stared at his magnificent blue hair.

"Are you really going to school like that Jimin -"

"Oppa?" He cut me off, raised an eyebrow and placed the food in front of me.

"Come on Jimin I was only joking, and I really didn't know you would have taken my joke seriously!" I complained and put on a sour face.

"And why do you need me to call you oppa? Thousands, no millions of other girls are already calling you that." I added and picked up of piece of toast.

The boy sighed sadly and pouted. "But all those girls only like me because I'm an idol, I want a normal girl who doesn't like me for my looks to call me oppa!" He complained and tugged on my sweater sleeve.

"Taehee I even dyed my hair for you!" He argued.

Before I could protest he stuffed my mouth with another piece of toast. I glared at him and bit into my toast quietly. He then eyed the crumbs on my mouth.

"You have something here." He said pointing to the corner of my mouth.

I tried but brushing off the crumbs myself by failed. Jimin chuckled and reached out to the corner of my lips.

He gently brushed the crumbs off with his thumb.

Jimin laughed, "to think just last week the two of us were barely able to maintain eye contact after you mistook me for V" I covered his mouth, embarrassed of our first encounter.

"Fine, I'll call you Oppa!" I said, having up on this pointless argument the two of us were having.

I felt his lips form a smile under my hands. His eyes sparkled before they were become unseeable.

"You called me oppa!" He cheered and threw his hands in the air in victory of my defeat.

"You're barely two months older, why am I calling you my oppa?" I muttered bitterly and dreadfully watched Jimin acting like a child.

"Because I dyed my hair ridiculous colour." He faked cried and covered his face.

I rolled my eyes and drank my juice. "Why doesn't your girlfriend call you oppa?" I didn't actually really know if Jimin had a girlfriend or not but for some reason I always assumed he had one.

"She broke up with me, she just calls me Jimin now." He said without hesitation.

"Eh? Sorry." I muttered, feeling guilty about bringing up a taboo subject.

I frowned and pushed my food around the plate with a fork. Jimin sighed and pinched my face with his hands. He tugged the corner of my lips up to form an awkward, forced smile. My cheeks were probably red and swollen by now as he had a tight, firm grip.

"You'll always prettier when you smile~" he cooed. I nodded and he let go.

"So have you ever had a boyfriend." I flapped my hand side to side. I found it quite hilarious that he thought someone like me actually had a boyfriend.

Because boys these days only care about looks and appearances.

"Wait are you wearing eyeliner?" I asked as I noticed the faint eyeliner. He nodded and shot me a confused look.

"Don't you wear eyeliner or any make up?" I shook my head and his mouth dropped wide open. Was it odd that I don't wear any make up?

Jimin shrugged and ran into his shared room but came back a few second later with some cosmetics in both of hands. Just some foundation, eyeliner and lip balm. He turned my chair around so my whole body was facing me. Jimin smiled before applying the products on my face.

By the time he was finished I couldn't really tell the difference. If was still the same ugly dork in the mirror. But Jimin on the other hand looked surprised.

"You look really pretty both bare faced and with make up." He commented. Jimin handed me a hand -mirror and waited for my reaction.

I didn't expect much in the first place but when I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"I don't see a difference." I retorted and gripped on to the mirror to move it to different angles.

I looked down and my bangs covered my eyes.

"No wonder people think I'm ugly, even makeup won't save this face from absolute ugliness ..." I insulted myself and hid my face with my hands while bitterly chuckling to myself in front of my brother's best friend.

Jimin brushed my hands away and brushed my bangs to the side.

He smiled and cupped my face before leaning in slowly so our foreheads made contact. I felt a blush creep up to my face. It felt hot and heart beat faster and faster as each second when by.

"You don't have to worry if people think you're ugly, to me you'll always be beautiful."

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Author's Note

Short Update, pretty horrible. Sorry about that.

Nearly dead from busy week at work and is stressing about which University I wanna go to.

This chapter was suppose to be updated yesterday but Wattpad deleted the whole chapter so I spent the whole night rewriting it so it might be bad.

And I was wondering but am I the only one who really hates going to beaches?

Cause I hate going anywhere near the ocean or any sand at all. I don't know why I hate it so much, I just hate the feeling of wet sand and salt water on me.

UNEDITED

Yunachi ❤️ ️