THIS FUCKING HAIR.
hugo was typically a rational individual. he could get emotional, sure, but when it came to shouldering burdens he was pretty decent at biting his tongue and dealing with it. his hair, however, was pretty important to him, and all of the things the stylist noonas kept putting him through concerning his hair was starting to get on his nerves.
no cutting it. you have to grow it out. we want it long and full of different colours from blonde to black.
he looked insane, like some homeless guy strung out on drugs or something. he hated this hair, even more than the plain black hair he had for debut. he’d gladly take the plain jane do over this monstrosity. he couldn’t help but huff as he walked out of the shower and into the living room of their dorm, toweling his long hair down but finding it still dripping everywhere. “goddammit!” he bends over, toweling furiously, to the point it would be conceivable that he might take his own ears clean off his head. “I HATE THIS!”
@rkhuidong










