Jinki sighs, running a hand through his wet locks. “You’re telling me my hair is pink now.”
“A very pretty, flattering shade of pink?” Kibum offers, smiling sheepishly.
Jinki closes his eyes and sighs again, running his hands over his face this time. Those dimples do him in almost every time but he can’t let them get to him now. Not when he was promised strawberry blond and given fucking pink. “Just-” he shakes his head and takes a deep breath. “Bring me a mirror.”
“Right.” Kibum nods and shuffles out of the kitchen to retrieve the hand mirror from the bathroom. Jinki tries pulling down his freshly sheared bangs to get a better look at the color, but the water clinging to the strands makes it look more purple than pink. He’s not sure if that’s better or worse.
Kibum comes back with not only a mirror but his hairdryer and a few more bottles and brushes piled up in his arms. “Okay,” he says as he sets his supplies down on the table. “So you don’t freak out, I want you to see it when it’s all styled…will you let me do that first? Before I hand you the mirror?”
Those fucking dimples. “Fine.” Jinki huffs, leaning back into his chair and yanking the towel around his shoulders back over his head to dry his hair a little more.
“Great!” Kibum claps and bends down to press a kiss to Jinki’s cheek.
When Kibum has finally finished, Jinki looks up at his partner’s grinning face with worry and regret. “You look so hot, babe.” Kibum tells him as he hands him the mirror.
Jinki takes a deep breath before holding the mirror up to his face. He blinks in surprise and Kibum bounces up and down in front of him with glee. “Holy shit.” Jinki is stunned. It’s such a smooth, soft color and he thinks it suits him. “I love it?”
Kibum literally squeaks with delight and throws himself into Jinki’s lap, hugging him tightly. “I knew you would.”
Jinki’s jaw drops. “I- Kibum… Are you serious?”
“You love it though, right?” Kibum blinks down at him.
Jinki shakes his head in disbelief. “You are so lucky I do.”
Kibum chuckles mischievously and cups Jinki’s face in his hands, pressing their mouths together softly. “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ve got your hair in my binder and it’s itchy.” he announces before attempting to swing off his lap, but Jinki stops him.
“You think I’m not covered in hair?” he says, raising his brows. “I’m going first.”
“Hm, we can go together…” Kibum suggests and pulls Jinki out of the chair, dragging him to the bathroom.