don’t think I’m ever gonna write the full fic but:
imagine hair chameleon!youngk
most days he has control over the color it is
no one really noticed it at first because when he first moved into the apartment with wonpil, jae, and sungjin, he didn’t want to draw attention, so he usually likes to keep it a muted blonde
sungjin was the first to notice
when he was cleaning the shower, he found a long white hair against the drain and sighed in exasperation, thinking it was his
but as he was about to throw it out, it turned into the exact shade of bright blue that youngk was just sporting
he wrote it off as lack of sleep, until one time he watched youngk’s hair fade from blonde to gray just as youngk got sick
then wonpil noticed one day when he got back from school early and caught a glimpse of youngk laughing at some video on his phone and his hair fluttering between bright pastels of colors he never had seen before
he demanded youngk teach him how, but he obv can’t do it so wonpil decides he’s satisfied on watching youngk laugh with flying colors, even if that meant losing to him in video games more often
jae was the last to find out
to be fair the kid lives in the studio more days than not
he finds out when one night he was sneaking back in (after studying ofc) and he nearly screamed when he saw a tall figure asleep on the couch with a full head of emerald green hair
(he’s not sure if he was screaming because of the shock or the color itself. be he definately was shrieking over the fact that youngk is still unabashedly gorgeous with highlighter green hair the next morning)
but everyone’s full-heartedly supportive and youngk is so beyond excited when he shows all his friends, and ends up having multicolored cotton candy colors for a whole three months
so on most days, youngk usually can control the color
like when he lost his grandmother and everyone was horrified to see his hair completely white when he emerged from his room three days later
terry swore it looked like he had cried out all the color
or like that other time when some punk from the town over picked a fight with wonpil and youngk found out
youngk had to be pulled back off by sungjin, terry, and jae, or he would’ve killed the kid
no one’s ever seen that shade of black on him before, cold unflinching color
and no one really finds out if the tint of red that caught the lamp light back in the safety of their home, was his anger or blood
but he’s recently come to like this light gray lilac color for the spring, or brick red for summer, soft browns in autumn
he’s platinum blonde when he’s wandering in the park one winter morning
the snow from the night before is untouched and glittering even before the sun has risen
after dusting off the bench, he settles in front of the sleeping fountain and watching the hints of dawn breaking thru the gray clouds
then someone settles next to him in the seat, slowly as if not to startle him
youngk turns around and there’s this handsome man leaning on his knees, breath clouding around his soft black hair
there’s this sense of familiarity despite being complete strangers and youngk feels somehow at ease
maybe because they’re both appreciating the silence and the peaceful morning while the world is just waking up
he’s almost disappointed when the sun completely rises and he knows he has to go
but when he turns to say something (he doesn’t know what), he sees that the man has been watching him, maybe for the whole time
youngk can’t help but notice the blush at the man’s cheeks maybe from the cold, and the full rosy lips that slow curl up at the corners
through the long black bangs and lashes, the man, in a deep, rough-velvet voice “that color suits you”
and immediately youngk turns bright pink
(dowoon outs him immediately when youngk takes him back to the apartment after their third date, by answering everyone’s unspoken question of why youngk’s hair color hasn’t budged a shade out of the pink range for the past two weeks
it’s hot flaming pink now, bordering fire engine red, as dowoon recounts in excruciating detail of how they met to everyone’s laughter
but youngk can’t even be mad
not when dowoon is then kissing his burning cheek to jae’s joking wrenching, sungjin slapping his shoulder, terry wolf whistling, and wonpil squeezing his hand
and not when he’s surrounded by so much love that he knows no color in the spectrum or his ability could capture even part of this happiness)
[inspired by this post on his hair colors]