Summary: You loved your boyfriend’s new look so you decided to dye your hair to match with him.
Genre: Fluff, established relationship
Warning: None
Notes: I started writing this when he was blonde, lmaooo. He looked too good, he was bias wrecking me sooo hard during that time, now he’s part of my bias line. 😭
“Hi, baby! I’m home.” Jongwoo called as he entered your shared apartment. “Where are you?”
“Hi, my love. In the bathroom!”
You heard his steps getting closer.
“Did you dye your hair?” He asked when he saw you as you had a plastic bag tied around your head.
The blonde haired hugged you. “Yep!”
“Oh, you didn’t tell me.”
“It was kind of an impulsive decision.” You giggled grabbing his broad shoulders.
“And what color did you choose?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Okay.” He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Let’s eat, I brought take-out.”
You cheered. “I was starving.”
“I figured.” He laughed.
You walked out of the bathroom and strutted towards the dining table. You took a seat while Jongwoo brought the food.
“Thank you, love.” You smiled gratefully at him.
“No problem, sweets.”
You started talking about your day and about your boyfriend’s comeback.
While he talked, all you could do was stare at him. He was always handsome, he’s truly an attractive man but since he dyed his hair blonde he looked so pretty; it enhanced his features.
“Love?” You heard Jongwoo’s voice, snapping you out of your daydream.
“Yeah?”
“Are you listening?”
“No.” You sheepishly answered. “I’m sorryyy, it’s just, you look sooo good with that hair color. It’s distracting.”
“Oh, is it distracting my baby?” He smirked and start tickling your sides.
“Jongwooo, stop.” You plead while laughing, which made him laugh with you.
You squirmed for a few seconds until he stopped, giving you a tender kiss on the cheek. Making you go red.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You finished eating and laid down together on the couch for a while, until an alarm went off.
“Oh, that’s mine. I’ll be right back, love.” You gave him a tender kiss on the lips and got up, walking directly to the bathroom and closing the door.
You removed the plastic bag and your clothes, placing them on the laundry basket. You took a quick shower, brushed your hair and dried it with the blowdryer, admiring your new look.
Satisfied, you exited the room and came back to the living room.
“Woo? Close your eyes.”
“You’re finally showing me?”
“Yep.” You stood in front of the coach.
“You can open them.”
Your boyfriend looked at you with a big smile, he couldn’t stop staring.
“You look gorgeous, baby.” He stood up and hug you by the waist.
“Thank you, love. I wanted to match with you.” Your hair was blonde with blue streaks.
