Error Code 404 (Saeran x Reader x Saeyoung) {Completed}

Just Like Old Times (Saeran After Ending) {Part 1}

I chuckled as I poked his nose with my own. His eyes widened and his face seemed to become red. He just stared at me, not saying anything, or moving. I cocked my head.
"You okay?"

"What the hell was that!?" He shouted.
I chuckled at his reaction.

So cute.

"You were ignoring me." I pouted. Saeran opened his mouth to reply but then shut it. He took a deep breath and opened the book back up. I sighed and crossed my arms.
"Saeran~ I'm bored." I groaned as I lied down on the couch, my head next to his legs. He continued to read the book.

I don't like being ignored... I don't like it at all. I thought

"Saeran, Saeran, Saeran, Saeran, Saeran, Saeran, Saeran!" I shouted over and over. I noticed his hands start to clench the book. It was working.
"SAERAN WRAP!"

"WHAT?!"

"I'm bored!"

"I KNOW!"

"Let's do something!"

"What?" he snarled.

"Come on, please?"

"No."

"Please!"

"No..."

"We can get ice cream~" He opened his mouth, about to protest against it but seemed to reconsider it.
"Come on!" I said as I stood up. "You've been locked up for uhh what... a month now!? We should go get some fresh air and grab ice cream, how about it." He still seemed reluctant. "It won't be for long."

"Fine..." He mumbled.

"YAY!" I said, excited, "But first..." I grabbed his hand and pulled him off the couch.

"What the hell are you-" I cut him off by dragging over to the staircase. I dragged him up the stairs and to my bed. I pushed him onto the bed and walked into the bathroom.

I opened up a drawer and took out one of my brushes. I walked back into the bedroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked as I looked over to the doorway. He was about to run when I quickly grabbed him.

"Let go." he growled.

"Nope." I said as I dragged him back over to the bed.

"I said yes so you would stop bothering me. I never agreed to this."

"Too bad." I said as I sat him back down on the bed. "You want to go out you need to look presentable." I lifted the brush up.

"OW!" Saeran yelped, "What the hell!?"

"You need to start brushing your hair." I said as I started to, more gently, comb his hair. As I brushed his tangled, knotty hair, I noticed that he roots were starting to change colors. Instead of being white, it was starting to change to red.

His hair turned white out of stress, from what I know. Not it's turning back to its original color so that must mean he's not stressed anymore. I smiled at the thought he was getting used to living here. I continued to carefully comb out his hair.