VMIN / INDULGE

14 .

Slightly dislike you.

Mildly.

I like you.

Okay, I like you.

I like you a lot.

"Taehyung!" Namjoon snaps his fingers in front of my eyes and I lazily bring my chin from the table, sending my eyes up toward him, "you were having one hell of a daydream."

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you so deep in thought." Jin comments, his mood clearly slightly uplifted.

"Is that a jab at my stupidity? 'Cause, honestly, I'm immune to any insult you throw at me anymore, Seokjin." I reply briefly, running despondent fingers through my hair.

It's as I catch a glimpse of myself in the light reflecting against the glistening of the window, that I realise how bored of silver I'm becoming. Silver is second place, right?

I'm not second place.

I shan't let imbeciles place me under such a bracket.

"Gah, he's doing it again," Namjoon whines in slight mockery.

I stare at him through vacant eyes, casting my attention to the lame tick of the clock face as Jin ponders over a response. I scarcely notice his presence behind me, until his arm wraps around me and his fingers squeeze my cheek, "thinking about Jimin~?"

Glowering, I move my face from his hand, feeling slight apprehension at the prospect of such a suggestion from him, "no."

"Who's Jimin?" Namjoon questions, finally clearing his mess.

"Jimin is the boy I found Taehyung tangled up with after work today." Jin chuckles, "he's cute - like, really cute."

Namjoon raises a playful eyebrow, "that so? Is there some sort of competition going on here?"

"Perhaps, he has pink hair 'nd all."

I almost gag at their flirtatious tones, feeling an immaculate sense of intrusion - as if my presence is slowly deteriorating in their lovestruck views, "blah! Get a room, jesus, some of us have innocence!"

"Tae, this is our house and technically all the rooms are our's." Namjoon replies, aggravatingly smartly.

"And who are you to talk about innocence?" Jin adds, as if to spite me.

Irritable, and not in the mood to vent my frustration, I stand before things get too heated. Besides, their lovey-dovey attitudes are beginning to make me feel sick.

"I'm going to get my hair dyed." I announce.

Jin gives me a stupendous look, cocking his head, "Taehyung, it's seven o'clock."

"And?"

"The barbers won't be open."

"Shows what you know," I stick my tongue out and march out the kitchen, "later losers!"

As soon as I leave, a vast drive of cold shocks my system; shivers collectively seething down my spine and sparking goosebumps against my tanned skin.

I dye my hair when my confidence in myself or my emotions is lacking; when the world just grows too overbearing and it feels as if my existence is melting in with the scenery.

I dye my hair when I feel like I'm lacking in love, truly believing that a coat of vibrance will gloss over any slight insecurity within.

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TAEHYUNG [21:02] :
hey jimin

TAEHYUNG [21:02] :
jimin guess what

TAEHYUNG [21:03] :
jimin

JIMIN [21:05] :
what ?

TAEHYUNG [21:06] :
you're supposed to guess

TAEHYUNG [21:06] :
silly billy

JIMIN [21:06] :
gah idk

JIMIN [21:07] :
you got a job ?

JIMIN [21:07] :
you're moving away ?

JIMIN [21:07] :
ooo you bought me a puppy ?!

TAEHYUNG [21:07] :
no even better

JIMIN [21:07] :
better than a puppy ?!

JIMIN [21:07] :
* le gasp *

TAEHYUNG [21:08] :
ok not quite

TAEHYUNG [21:08] :
but...........

TAEHYUNG [21:08] :

TAAADAAAA!!!!!

JIMIN [21:08] :
holy shit

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tysm for 1k ohmyyyy xxxxxx