hi pookies! 🫶🏻 i think i’m going to take a little break from writing for a while. there’s just so much going on in my life right now and i feel like i haven’t had enough time (or energy) to properly focus on writing like i normally do.
i’ll still be around and active on here and i’ll definitely be back soon. I just need a couple of weeks to focus on everything happening right now. thank you for always being so supportive <3
that being said, i do have my ateez maknae line “boyfriend on stand by” texts scheduled for tomorrow , so that will be my last post for a little while 🫶🏻
hi pookies! 🫶🏻 i think i’m going to take a little break from writing for a while. there’s just so much going on in my life right now and i feel like i haven’t had enough time (or energy) to properly focus on writing like i normally do.
i’ll still be around and active on here and i’ll definitely be back soon. I just need a couple of weeks to focus on everything happening right now. thank you for always being so supportive <3
Summary: James debuts his new blonde hair, and you completely lose your mind over it.
Word count: 1,070
———————————————
James had been acting suspicious all day.
Every text he sent was frustratingly vague.
“Busy today.”
“Don’t come to the dorm yet.”
“Just wait.”
“Trust me.”
Which only made you even more curious.
So when he finally texted, “Okay, you can come now,” you practically ran there.
You had no idea what to expect. Maybe he’d bought something new. Maybe he had a surprise date planned. Maybe he’d finally rearranged his room after talking about it for weeks.
What you absolutely did not expect was for him to open the door and completely short-circuit your brain.
You froze in the doorway.
James froze too.
The silence stretched between you.
His expression immediately shifted into concern.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Your jaw dropped.
His hair.
His hair was blonde.
Not slightly lighter. Not highlights.
Blonde.
Bright, golden blonde that made his eyes stand out and somehow made him look even more handsome than usual.
“Oh my God.”
James immediately winced.
“You hate it.”
“What?!”
“You hate it.”
You grabbed his face with both hands before he could say anything else.
“James.”
He blinked.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
The tips of his ears instantly turned pink.
You pushed past him into the dorm and immediately reached for his hair.
“Oh my God.”
“Stop saying that.”
“No.”
Your fingers disappeared into the soft blonde strands, and James let out a startled laugh.
“You dyed it blonde!”
“I know.”
“You dyed it blonde!”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t tell me!”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It is!”
You continued running your fingers through it, unable to stop smiling. It felt softer somehow, and every time the light hit it, you found another reason to stare.
James tried to act casual, but the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.
“You really like it?”
You stared at him in disbelief.
“Really like it? James, I’m about to pass away.”
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
That was all the encouragement you needed.
You immediately pulled your phone out.
James saw it and groaned.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Before he could protest, you snapped a picture.
Then another.
And another.
“You’re insane.”
“Look at you!”
Click.
Click.
Click.
James covered his face with his hands.
You simply stepped closer and kept taking pictures.
“Stop.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
He peeked through his fingers and you nearly melted on the spot.
The blonde hair. The blush. The shy smile.
It was unfair.
“Oh my God, the blonde hair with the blush?”
“Don’t say that.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.”
You took another picture anyway.
“That’s going on my lockscreen.”
His entire face turned red.
“You’re joking.”
“I am absolutely not joking.”
James groaned dramatically and buried his face in your shoulder.
Unfortunately for him, that only made you worse.
Your hand immediately found its way back into his hair.
“So soft.”
“Thank you.”
“So pretty.”
“Thank you.”
“So handsome.”
“…Thank you.”
“So attractive.”
“Okay, I get it.”
You laughed.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
James rolled his eyes, but his smile kept growing.
The two of you moved to the couch, and somehow your hand never left his hair. You sat beside him, absentmindedly playing with the blonde strands while he scrolled through his phone.
After a few minutes, he glanced over.
“You’ve been touching my hair this entire time.”
“And?”
“It’s been twenty minutes.”
“And?”
“That’s weird.”
You looked at him like he was the ridiculous one.
“No, what’s weird is you expecting me to act normal after showing up looking like that.”
James burst out laughing.
The sound was so genuine that you immediately took another picture.
His eyes widened.
“Did you just photograph me laughing?”
“Yep.”
“Delete it.”
“Nope.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“…Unfortunately.”
You grinned triumphantly.
A few moments later, you caught him looking at you from the corner of his eye.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What?”
He shrugged.
“You really think blonde is my best look?”
You immediately pointed at him.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You care.”
“I don’t care.”
“You absolutely care.”
“I was just asking.”
“Sure.”
The blush returning to his cheeks said otherwise.
You leaned forward and brushed a blonde strand away from his forehead.
“I do think it’s your best look.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“Really?”
“One hundred percent.”
You watched him try—and fail—to hide how happy that made him.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward.
His ears turned pink again.
His shoulders straightened slightly.
It was honestly adorable.
“Oh my God,” you whispered.
“What now?”
“You’re secretly loving this.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
You scratched lightly through his hair.
James immediately relaxed.
“…Maybe a little.”
You laughed so hard you nearly fell off the couch.
“There it is.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“It’s too late for that.”
He groaned and dropped his head against your shoulder again.
This time you pressed a kiss against his temple.
The blush returned instantly.
“You look amazing.”
His expression softened.
For a moment, all the teasing disappeared.
“Thanks.”
“No seriously.”
You gently ran your fingers through his hair again.
“I love it.”
James looked down at his hands.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
“I was actually nervous you’d hate it.”
Your eyes widened.
“James.”
“What?”
“I would’ve liked it if you showed up bald.”
He immediately laughed.
“That’s a lie.”
“Okay, maybe not bald.”
“Exactly.”
“But blonde?”
You dramatically clutched your chest.
“I fear you’ve become even more attractive.”
James wrapped an arm around your waist, shaking his head.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re blonde.”
He rolled his eyes.
Yet despite all his complaining, the smile never left his face.
You reached for your phone again.
James noticed immediately.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
“We already have enough pictures.”
“There is no such thing.”
He sighed dramatically but automatically fixed his hair before you took the photo.
You froze.
He froze.
Slowly, a grin spread across your face.
“You just fixed your hair.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
“…”
“…”
“…Take the picture before I change my mind.”
Your laughter filled the room.
And for the rest of the evening, James pretended to be annoyed every time you complimented his new blonde hair.
But judging by the way he kept smiling, blushing, and secretly checking his reflection whenever he passed a mirror, he loved every second of it.
Summary: James debuts his new blonde hair, and you completely lose your mind over it.
Word count: 1,070
———————————————
James had been acting suspicious all day.
Every text he sent was frustratingly vague.
“Busy today.”
“Don’t come to the dorm yet.”
“Just wait.”
“Trust me.”
Which only made you even more curious.
So when he finally texted, “Okay, you can come now,” you practically ran there.
You had no idea what to expect. Maybe he’d bought something new. Maybe he had a surprise date planned. Maybe he’d finally rearranged his room after talking about it for weeks.
What you absolutely did not expect was for him to open the door and completely short-circuit your brain.
You froze in the doorway.
James froze too.
The silence stretched between you.
His expression immediately shifted into concern.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Your jaw dropped.
His hair.
His hair was blonde.
Not slightly lighter. Not highlights.
Blonde.
Bright, golden blonde that made his eyes stand out and somehow made him look even more handsome than usual.
“Oh my God.”
James immediately winced.
“You hate it.”
“What?!”
“You hate it.”
You grabbed his face with both hands before he could say anything else.
“James.”
He blinked.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
The tips of his ears instantly turned pink.
You pushed past him into the dorm and immediately reached for his hair.
“Oh my God.”
“Stop saying that.”
“No.”
Your fingers disappeared into the soft blonde strands, and James let out a startled laugh.
“You dyed it blonde!”
“I know.”
“You dyed it blonde!”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t tell me!”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It is!”
You continued running your fingers through it, unable to stop smiling. It felt softer somehow, and every time the light hit it, you found another reason to stare.
James tried to act casual, but the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.
“You really like it?”
You stared at him in disbelief.
“Really like it? James, I’m about to pass away.”
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
That was all the encouragement you needed.
You immediately pulled your phone out.
James saw it and groaned.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Before he could protest, you snapped a picture.
Then another.
And another.
“You’re insane.”
“Look at you!”
Click.
Click.
Click.
James covered his face with his hands.
You simply stepped closer and kept taking pictures.
“Stop.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
He peeked through his fingers and you nearly melted on the spot.
The blonde hair. The blush. The shy smile.
It was unfair.
“Oh my God, the blonde hair with the blush?”
“Don’t say that.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.”
You took another picture anyway.
“That’s going on my lockscreen.”
His entire face turned red.
“You’re joking.”
“I am absolutely not joking.”
James groaned dramatically and buried his face in your shoulder.
Unfortunately for him, that only made you worse.
Your hand immediately found its way back into his hair.
“So soft.”
“Thank you.”
“So pretty.”
“Thank you.”
“So handsome.”
“…Thank you.”
“So attractive.”
“Okay, I get it.”
You laughed.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
James rolled his eyes, but his smile kept growing.
The two of you moved to the couch, and somehow your hand never left his hair. You sat beside him, absentmindedly playing with the blonde strands while he scrolled through his phone.
After a few minutes, he glanced over.
“You’ve been touching my hair this entire time.”
“And?”
“It’s been twenty minutes.”
“And?”
“That’s weird.”
You looked at him like he was the ridiculous one.
“No, what’s weird is you expecting me to act normal after showing up looking like that.”
James burst out laughing.
The sound was so genuine that you immediately took another picture.
His eyes widened.
“Did you just photograph me laughing?”
“Yep.”
“Delete it.”
“Nope.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“…Unfortunately.”
You grinned triumphantly.
A few moments later, you caught him looking at you from the corner of his eye.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What?”
He shrugged.
“You really think blonde is my best look?”
You immediately pointed at him.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You care.”
“I don’t care.”
“You absolutely care.”
“I was just asking.”
“Sure.”
The blush returning to his cheeks said otherwise.
You leaned forward and brushed a blonde strand away from his forehead.
“I do think it’s your best look.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“Really?”
“One hundred percent.”
You watched him try—and fail—to hide how happy that made him.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward.
His ears turned pink again.
His shoulders straightened slightly.
It was honestly adorable.
“Oh my God,” you whispered.
“What now?”
“You’re secretly loving this.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
You scratched lightly through his hair.
James immediately relaxed.
“…Maybe a little.”
You laughed so hard you nearly fell off the couch.
“There it is.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“It’s too late for that.”
He groaned and dropped his head against your shoulder again.
This time you pressed a kiss against his temple.
The blush returned instantly.
“You look amazing.”
His expression softened.
For a moment, all the teasing disappeared.
“Thanks.”
“No seriously.”
You gently ran your fingers through his hair again.
“I love it.”
James looked down at his hands.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
“I was actually nervous you’d hate it.”
Your eyes widened.
“James.”
“What?”
“I would’ve liked it if you showed up bald.”
He immediately laughed.
“That’s a lie.”
“Okay, maybe not bald.”
“Exactly.”
“But blonde?”
You dramatically clutched your chest.
“I fear you’ve become even more attractive.”
James wrapped an arm around your waist, shaking his head.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re blonde.”
He rolled his eyes.
Yet despite all his complaining, the smile never left his face.
You reached for your phone again.
James noticed immediately.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
“We already have enough pictures.”
“There is no such thing.”
He sighed dramatically but automatically fixed his hair before you took the photo.
You froze.
He froze.
Slowly, a grin spread across your face.
“You just fixed your hair.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
“…”
“…”
“…Take the picture before I change my mind.”
Your laughter filled the room.
And for the rest of the evening, James pretended to be annoyed every time you complimented his new blonde hair.
But judging by the way he kept smiling, blushing, and secretly checking his reflection whenever he passed a mirror, he loved every second of it.
Summary: James debuts his new blonde hair, and you completely lose your mind over it.
Word count: 1,070
———————————————
James had been acting suspicious all day.
Every text he sent was frustratingly vague.
“Busy today.”
“Don’t come to the dorm yet.”
“Just wait.”
“Trust me.”
Which only made you even more curious.
So when he finally texted, “Okay, you can come now,” you practically ran there.
You had no idea what to expect. Maybe he’d bought something new. Maybe he had a surprise date planned. Maybe he’d finally rearranged his room after talking about it for weeks.
What you absolutely did not expect was for him to open the door and completely short-circuit your brain.
You froze in the doorway.
James froze too.
The silence stretched between you.
His expression immediately shifted into concern.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Your jaw dropped.
His hair.
His hair was blonde.
Not slightly lighter. Not highlights.
Blonde.
Bright, golden blonde that made his eyes stand out and somehow made him look even more handsome than usual.
“Oh my God.”
James immediately winced.
“You hate it.”
“What?!”
“You hate it.”
You grabbed his face with both hands before he could say anything else.
“James.”
He blinked.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
The tips of his ears instantly turned pink.
You pushed past him into the dorm and immediately reached for his hair.
“Oh my God.”
“Stop saying that.”
“No.”
Your fingers disappeared into the soft blonde strands, and James let out a startled laugh.
“You dyed it blonde!”
“I know.”
“You dyed it blonde!”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t tell me!”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It is!”
You continued running your fingers through it, unable to stop smiling. It felt softer somehow, and every time the light hit it, you found another reason to stare.
James tried to act casual, but the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.
“You really like it?”
You stared at him in disbelief.
“Really like it? James, I’m about to pass away.”
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
That was all the encouragement you needed.
You immediately pulled your phone out.
James saw it and groaned.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Before he could protest, you snapped a picture.
Then another.
And another.
“You’re insane.”
“Look at you!”
Click.
Click.
Click.
James covered his face with his hands.
You simply stepped closer and kept taking pictures.
“Stop.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
He peeked through his fingers and you nearly melted on the spot.
The blonde hair. The blush. The shy smile.
It was unfair.
“Oh my God, the blonde hair with the blush?”
“Don’t say that.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.”
You took another picture anyway.
“That’s going on my lockscreen.”
His entire face turned red.
“You’re joking.”
“I am absolutely not joking.”
James groaned dramatically and buried his face in your shoulder.
Unfortunately for him, that only made you worse.
Your hand immediately found its way back into his hair.
“So soft.”
“Thank you.”
“So pretty.”
“Thank you.”
“So handsome.”
“…Thank you.”
“So attractive.”
“Okay, I get it.”
You laughed.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
James rolled his eyes, but his smile kept growing.
The two of you moved to the couch, and somehow your hand never left his hair. You sat beside him, absentmindedly playing with the blonde strands while he scrolled through his phone.
After a few minutes, he glanced over.
“You’ve been touching my hair this entire time.”
“And?”
“It’s been twenty minutes.”
“And?”
“That’s weird.”
You looked at him like he was the ridiculous one.
“No, what’s weird is you expecting me to act normal after showing up looking like that.”
James burst out laughing.
The sound was so genuine that you immediately took another picture.
His eyes widened.
“Did you just photograph me laughing?”
“Yep.”
“Delete it.”
“Nope.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“…Unfortunately.”
You grinned triumphantly.
A few moments later, you caught him looking at you from the corner of his eye.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What?”
He shrugged.
“You really think blonde is my best look?”
You immediately pointed at him.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You care.”
“I don’t care.”
“You absolutely care.”
“I was just asking.”
“Sure.”
The blush returning to his cheeks said otherwise.
You leaned forward and brushed a blonde strand away from his forehead.
“I do think it’s your best look.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“Really?”
“One hundred percent.”
You watched him try—and fail—to hide how happy that made him.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward.
His ears turned pink again.
His shoulders straightened slightly.
It was honestly adorable.
“Oh my God,” you whispered.
“What now?”
“You’re secretly loving this.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
You scratched lightly through his hair.
James immediately relaxed.
“…Maybe a little.”
You laughed so hard you nearly fell off the couch.
“There it is.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“It’s too late for that.”
He groaned and dropped his head against your shoulder again.
This time you pressed a kiss against his temple.
The blush returned instantly.
“You look amazing.”
His expression softened.
For a moment, all the teasing disappeared.
“Thanks.”
“No seriously.”
You gently ran your fingers through his hair again.
“I love it.”
James looked down at his hands.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
“I was actually nervous you’d hate it.”
Your eyes widened.
“James.”
“What?”
“I would’ve liked it if you showed up bald.”
He immediately laughed.
“That’s a lie.”
“Okay, maybe not bald.”
“Exactly.”
“But blonde?”
You dramatically clutched your chest.
“I fear you’ve become even more attractive.”
James wrapped an arm around your waist, shaking his head.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re blonde.”
He rolled his eyes.
Yet despite all his complaining, the smile never left his face.
You reached for your phone again.
James noticed immediately.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
“We already have enough pictures.”
“There is no such thing.”
He sighed dramatically but automatically fixed his hair before you took the photo.
You froze.
He froze.
Slowly, a grin spread across your face.
“You just fixed your hair.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
“…”
“…”
“…Take the picture before I change my mind.”
Your laughter filled the room.
And for the rest of the evening, James pretended to be annoyed every time you complimented his new blonde hair.
But judging by the way he kept smiling, blushing, and secretly checking his reflection whenever he passed a mirror, he loved every second of it.
Summary: James debuts his new blonde hair, and you completely lose your mind over it.
Word count: 1,070
———————————————
James had been acting suspicious all day.
Every text he sent was frustratingly vague.
“Busy today.”
“Don’t come to the dorm yet.”
“Just wait.”
“Trust me.”
Which only made you even more curious.
So when he finally texted, “Okay, you can come now,” you practically ran there.
You had no idea what to expect. Maybe he’d bought something new. Maybe he had a surprise date planned. Maybe he’d finally rearranged his room after talking about it for weeks.
What you absolutely did not expect was for him to open the door and completely short-circuit your brain.
You froze in the doorway.
James froze too.
The silence stretched between you.
His expression immediately shifted into concern.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Your jaw dropped.
His hair.
His hair was blonde.
Not slightly lighter. Not highlights.
Blonde.
Bright, golden blonde that made his eyes stand out and somehow made him look even more handsome than usual.
“Oh my God.”
James immediately winced.
“You hate it.”
“What?!”
“You hate it.”
You grabbed his face with both hands before he could say anything else.
“James.”
He blinked.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
The tips of his ears instantly turned pink.
You pushed past him into the dorm and immediately reached for his hair.
“Oh my God.”
“Stop saying that.”
“No.”
Your fingers disappeared into the soft blonde strands, and James let out a startled laugh.
“You dyed it blonde!”
“I know.”
“You dyed it blonde!”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t tell me!”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It is!”
You continued running your fingers through it, unable to stop smiling. It felt softer somehow, and every time the light hit it, you found another reason to stare.
James tried to act casual, but the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.
“You really like it?”
You stared at him in disbelief.
“Really like it? James, I’m about to pass away.”
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
That was all the encouragement you needed.
You immediately pulled your phone out.
James saw it and groaned.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Before he could protest, you snapped a picture.
Then another.
And another.
“You’re insane.”
“Look at you!”
Click.
Click.
Click.
James covered his face with his hands.
You simply stepped closer and kept taking pictures.
“Stop.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
He peeked through his fingers and you nearly melted on the spot.
The blonde hair. The blush. The shy smile.
It was unfair.
“Oh my God, the blonde hair with the blush?”
“Don’t say that.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.”
You took another picture anyway.
“That’s going on my lockscreen.”
His entire face turned red.
“You’re joking.”
“I am absolutely not joking.”
James groaned dramatically and buried his face in your shoulder.
Unfortunately for him, that only made you worse.
Your hand immediately found its way back into his hair.
“So soft.”
“Thank you.”
“So pretty.”
“Thank you.”
“So handsome.”
“…Thank you.”
“So attractive.”
“Okay, I get it.”
You laughed.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
James rolled his eyes, but his smile kept growing.
The two of you moved to the couch, and somehow your hand never left his hair. You sat beside him, absentmindedly playing with the blonde strands while he scrolled through his phone.
After a few minutes, he glanced over.
“You’ve been touching my hair this entire time.”
“And?”
“It’s been twenty minutes.”
“And?”
“That’s weird.”
You looked at him like he was the ridiculous one.
“No, what’s weird is you expecting me to act normal after showing up looking like that.”
James burst out laughing.
The sound was so genuine that you immediately took another picture.
His eyes widened.
“Did you just photograph me laughing?”
“Yep.”
“Delete it.”
“Nope.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“…Unfortunately.”
You grinned triumphantly.
A few moments later, you caught him looking at you from the corner of his eye.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What?”
He shrugged.
“You really think blonde is my best look?”
You immediately pointed at him.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You care.”
“I don’t care.”
“You absolutely care.”
“I was just asking.”
“Sure.”
The blush returning to his cheeks said otherwise.
You leaned forward and brushed a blonde strand away from his forehead.
“I do think it’s your best look.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“Really?”
“One hundred percent.”
You watched him try—and fail—to hide how happy that made him.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward.
His ears turned pink again.
His shoulders straightened slightly.
It was honestly adorable.
“Oh my God,” you whispered.
“What now?”
“You’re secretly loving this.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
You scratched lightly through his hair.
James immediately relaxed.
“…Maybe a little.”
You laughed so hard you nearly fell off the couch.
“There it is.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“It’s too late for that.”
He groaned and dropped his head against your shoulder again.
This time you pressed a kiss against his temple.
The blush returned instantly.
“You look amazing.”
His expression softened.
For a moment, all the teasing disappeared.
“Thanks.”
“No seriously.”
You gently ran your fingers through his hair again.
“I love it.”
James looked down at his hands.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
“I was actually nervous you’d hate it.”
Your eyes widened.
“James.”
“What?”
“I would’ve liked it if you showed up bald.”
He immediately laughed.
“That’s a lie.”
“Okay, maybe not bald.”
“Exactly.”
“But blonde?”
You dramatically clutched your chest.
“I fear you’ve become even more attractive.”
James wrapped an arm around your waist, shaking his head.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re blonde.”
He rolled his eyes.
Yet despite all his complaining, the smile never left his face.
You reached for your phone again.
James noticed immediately.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
“We already have enough pictures.”
“There is no such thing.”
He sighed dramatically but automatically fixed his hair before you took the photo.
You froze.
He froze.
Slowly, a grin spread across your face.
“You just fixed your hair.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
“…”
“…”
“…Take the picture before I change my mind.”
Your laughter filled the room.
And for the rest of the evening, James pretended to be annoyed every time you complimented his new blonde hair.
But judging by the way he kept smiling, blushing, and secretly checking his reflection whenever he passed a mirror, he loved every second of it.
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Dating James meant accepting one very important fact.
Personal space no longer existed.
The second he spotted you, he was attached.
Arms around your waist.
Head on your shoulder.
Hand intertwined with yours.
It didn’t matter where you were.
At home.
Backstage.
In the kitchen.
James was somehow always touching you.
“You know,” you laughed as you attempted to make breakfast, “I can’t actually cook if you’re hugging me.”
“I believe in you.”
“You literally can’t. You’re holding both my arms hostage.”
“I still believe in you.”
You sighed dramatically.
“This relationship is impossible.”
“Mm.”
“You have anything to say for yourself?”
“No.”
“…You’re not letting go, are you?”
“No.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
Of course he wasn’t.
Somehow, you managed to shuffle over to the fridge with James still clinging to your back.
“You look ridiculous,” you told him.
“We look ridiculous.”
“I stand corrected.”
Five minutes later, breakfast had somehow turned into the two of you laughing on the kitchen floor after James insisted he could catch the toast you’d accidentally thrown into the air.
He could not.
The toast landed directly on his forehead.
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
“I almost had it.”
“You absolutely did not.”
“I was close.”
“It hit you.”
“It was tactical.”
You rolled your eyes, still giggling.
“This is why I can’t take you anywhere.”
He grinned before dramatically flopping sideways until his head landed in your lap.
“There.”
“There what?”
“Comfort.”
You looked down to find him already smiling up at you.
Without thinking, your fingers slipped into his hair.
Almost instantly, his eyes fluttered closed.
“There he is,” you whispered.
“What?”
“The clingy boyfriend.”
“I’m not clingy.”
“You’ve been attached to me since you walked through the door.”
“I’ve been comfortable.”
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?”
“Yes.”
You smiled to yourself.
For all his chaos, James always knew when you needed a quiet moment.
Even now, neither of you spoke.
Your fingers continued gently playing with his hair while he stayed curled up in your lap.
Eventually, he peeked one eye open.
“I love you.”
“So random.”
“I know.”
“I love you too.”
A grin spread across his face.
“Wanna order breakfast instead?”
You looked at the burnt pan.
The toast on the floor.
The flour somehow covering half the kitchen.
“…Yeah.”
James sat up triumphantly.
“I knew we’d get there eventually.”
You laughed, slipping your hand into his.
Life with James was loud, messy, and completely unpredictable.
Dating James meant accepting one very important fact.
Personal space no longer existed.
The second he spotted you, he was attached.
Arms around your waist.
Head on your shoulder.
Hand intertwined with yours.
It didn’t matter where you were.
At home.
Backstage.
In the kitchen.
James was somehow always touching you.
“You know,” you laughed as you attempted to make breakfast, “I can’t actually cook if you’re hugging me.”
“I believe in you.”
“You literally can’t. You’re holding both my arms hostage.”
“I still believe in you.”
You sighed dramatically.
“This relationship is impossible.”
“Mm.”
“You have anything to say for yourself?”
“No.”
“…You’re not letting go, are you?”
“No.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
Of course he wasn’t.
Somehow, you managed to shuffle over to the fridge with James still clinging to your back.
“You look ridiculous,” you told him.
“We look ridiculous.”
“I stand corrected.”
Five minutes later, breakfast had somehow turned into the two of you laughing on the kitchen floor after James insisted he could catch the toast you’d accidentally thrown into the air.
He could not.
The toast landed directly on his forehead.
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
“I almost had it.”
“You absolutely did not.”
“I was close.”
“It hit you.”
“It was tactical.”
You rolled your eyes, still giggling.
“This is why I can’t take you anywhere.”
He grinned before dramatically flopping sideways until his head landed in your lap.
“There.”
“There what?”
“Comfort.”
You looked down to find him already smiling up at you.
Without thinking, your fingers slipped into his hair.
Almost instantly, his eyes fluttered closed.
“There he is,” you whispered.
“What?”
“The clingy boyfriend.”
“I’m not clingy.”
“You’ve been attached to me since you walked through the door.”
“I’ve been comfortable.”
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?”
“Yes.”
You smiled to yourself.
For all his chaos, James always knew when you needed a quiet moment.
Even now, neither of you spoke.
Your fingers continued gently playing with his hair while he stayed curled up in your lap.
Eventually, he peeked one eye open.
“I love you.”
“So random.”
“I know.”
“I love you too.”
A grin spread across his face.
“Wanna order breakfast instead?”
You looked at the burnt pan.
The toast on the floor.
The flour somehow covering half the kitchen.
“…Yeah.”
James sat up triumphantly.
“I knew we’d get there eventually.”
You laughed, slipping your hand into his.
Life with James was loud, messy, and completely unpredictable.
