Changing Too Fast || Solo
“Kyuhyun-Appa! How come you don’t look like a tiger?”
“I have stripes, you know that.”
“But tigers are orange, Appa! You’re brown.”
It had taken him a second to get that Yoogeun was talking about his hair; all he could do was laugh and fiddle with his bangs.
“Guess I’m not a very tiger-like tiger then.”
“Kyuhyun-Appa is the only tiger I like.”
Picking the boy up, Kyuhyun- WACK.
“Yah, Boy, don’t be falling asleep in my chair.”
Blearily, Kyuhyun lifted his head and raised his eyebrows at the lady. He supposed it was a bad idea to piss off the person who was bleaching your hair, so he was oddly polite to her.
“Sorry, ahjumma.”
“Noona.”
“Sorry, Noona.”
She was like fifty, obviously not a noona but whatever. He wasn’t about to give her an excuse to make his hair blue or something. Heaven forbid she actually made him blond, he wasn’t ready for that much of a change. If Yoogeun hadn’t said anything, Kyuhyun probably would’ve gone his whole life with his natural brown hair.
He wasn’t like Donghae. He didn’t get the point in having to celebrate everything by making your head a different colour. It didn’t stop him from suggesting a few different cuts in the past, but he’d never consider it for himself.
Without realizing it, his eyes were drifting closed again as he thought of Hae. Their old apartment formed in his head and he smiled slightly. He could even bring back the smell of cooking despite his nose stinging from the bleach and toner. The blurry photos that he insisted belonged in frames, not because they were of anything special, but Hae had taken them and that’s all that mattered. He was pretty sure one of them was his butt.
Another slap jerked him awake. Glaring, he followed the old lady to get his hair washed and listened to her complain about her previous customers. Her voice was grating and shrill, but at least she gave good head massages. Kyuhyun kept his eyes open to not fall asleep again.
“Young people, always the same. Had another boy, handsome thing, come in get his hair completely blond. Such a shame, his hair was so long. Thought he was a girl when he first walked in.”
“Really?” The more she talked the more she kept him awake, so he obliged her.
“Dumb name though, probably the only reason I remember it. Who names their kid after the ocean?”
“That is dumb.”
“It’ll fade when you shower to an orange, I didn’t mess up with the colour.”
Slapping him again, the old lady ushered him forward and threw a towel at him, babbling on about the price of a colouring. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and handed her the money, drying his hair himself and adding a decent tip. To his surprise his red hair actually looked good. Running a hand through it, Kyuhyun played with it in front of a mirror.
Maybe he should’ve changed it when Donghae first asked him to. Ah well, it was just like him to fulfil a promise when they weren’t friends anymore. As he stepped out of the hairsalon, Kyuhyun smirked, remembering Hae mention something about liking red heads a while back. Asshole will finally know what it feels like to lust after something that’s unreachable. The smirk faded as he started walking back to the Cirque, knowing he was just lying to himself to try and feel better.
Happiness refused to last without Donghae.
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