Soft (Yoongi x Reader)
Description: You dye your hair with the boys before their upcoming comeback.
Requested By: Anonymous
Word Count: 547
Genre: Fluff
WARNINGS: Cursing, minor confidence issues
Energy buzzed through the air, well dressed women running around and yelling at the top of their lungs. The room smelled of powder and hair bleach, all preparation for the comeback. Yoongi sighed, watching the pretty woman, his girlfriend, rinse the bleach from his hair. He watched as her eyes lit up in excitement, pouring the bright purple dye onto his hair.
“You know, it's not fair.”You looked up from his hair, your hands massaging the colour into his roots.
“What d’ya mean?” He chuckled at your confusion, leaning back into your hands.
The information surprised him, he always thought (Y/n) was super confident. You noticed his look of shock and shook your head, sighing.
“You're always putting a new colour in my hair, and I don't think I've ever seen you with anything but (H/c)!” You laughed lightly as your eyes met his in the mirror, “I've never had the confidence to make a big change like that.”
“Fake it till you make it sweetheart!”
“Oh come on!” It had been a week you had told Yoongi about your confidence issues. He had been trying to convince you to dye your hair since.
“Come on, Jagiya! Go crazy!” You gave him a look from your place behind the steering wheel, before continuing on the way to the dance studio.
“Look Yoongi! Even if I wanted to dye my hair, which I DON’T! I don't have time! I'm too busy driving you around from one practice to another!” He pouted at the teasing tone in your voice, “Fine I'll take an uber!” You scoffed.
“Ok I won't, but come on! There isn't one colour you'd really love to try?” You paused as you pulled into the parking lot, shifting the car into park.
“Well, I have always really liked pink…”
That night, after you dropped Yoongi off at the dorm, you drove halfway across town to a hair salon. The atmosphere was calm, despite your nerves. You felt yourself relax as you approached the front desk, smiling when the secretary glanced up at you.
“Hello! What can we help you with today?”
You paused, maybe you should have made an appointment?
“Uhm, yeah hi! I was wondering if you had anyone available to dye my hair tonight?” The woman smiled, clapping her hands and calling for someone.
“Cammi! I've got a customer for you!” A tall woman, no older than 19 emerged from the back room. She beamed as she lead you towards a chair.
“What colour were you wanting?” She sounded absolutely ecstatic.
“Pink, a pastel, pink please…”
“Dammit, you look so fucking soft!”
You breathed deeply, trying to calm your erratic heart beat. You loved your new hair, but would the boys? You huffed angrily at yourself as you hopped out of the car, it didn't fucking matter what they thought! You tossed your purse over your shoulder, making your way into work.
“OH MY GOD!” Yoongi ran towards you, immediately running his hands through your hair. “You actually fucking did it, fuck this is awesome!” You were pretty sure you had never seen Yoongi so excited before. He grasped your face and looked into your eyes, placing a soft peck on your lips. He sighed, suddenly beginning to pepper you face in kisses.