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minho woke up the following morning, heart feeling heavy when he realized he wasn't in his normal bedroom. this one was much bigger for his liking.
as weird as it sounds, minho likes having a small bedroom back at his moms. it's rather cozy, but in this big room it feels like there's not so much going on.
when his eyes adjusted to the light, he almost screamed when he saw his dad staring at him. he panicked, throwing a blanket over his body. he was in a teeshirt, and feared his dad saw all the markings on his arms.
"why are you in here?" minho asked, not trying to sound angry. he knows better than to raise his voice at his dad.
"i was waiting for you to wake up. we have plans," he spoke, and minho was afraid to know what he meant, "also, you were smart to cover your arms. they look disgusting."
minho's heart stung as he frowned, blinking back a tear that threatened to fall.
he has no filter, he thought.
minho got out of bed and quickly got changed once his dad left the room. he threw on a light jacket, and made his way downstairs where he saw a bunch of hair dye on the table.
"hair dye?" minho asked, unsure.
"yup! now that your hair is blond, it can be whatever color you want. and i'm not just going to take advantage of that. so, you're going red."
"but i like my blond..." he sadly responded. his dad shot him a glare, and minho knew he was defeated. there's no fighting his father, unless he wants to get the shit kicked out of him.
minho sat in a chair, enjoying the last few moments he had with his blond hair. his dad put on some gloves, and started mixing the dye together.
once that was finished, he started applying the dye to his son's hair. minho hated the feeling of his dads hands rubbing his head, but sucked it up until it was over.
"okay, you can go do whatever for about half an hour before we have to wash it out."
minho nodded quickly, and ran back up into his room. he sat down on his bed, and became bored in a matter of seconds.
at his moms house, he at least has a door basketball hoop or some things to keep him occupied. here, it's just an empty space with a bed.
he scrolled through his instagram explore page, laughing every once and awhile at stupid memes he for some reason found funny. even if he isn't very liked at school, kids still follow him and he does the same. it's a silent agreement the students have that if they attend the school, you follow just them.
minho went back to the home page, and saw a photo jeongin posted about an hour ago. he clicked the younger's profile, and saw many photos of him, and him with his friends. he grew jealous, wishing he had someone to hang out with like that.
the most recent photo on minho's profile was a selfie him and changbin took on their first day of high school, three years ago. it pains him to know a few months after that photo, they will never have said another word to each other.
minho weirdly went back to jeongin's profile, and hit 'message'. he stared at the blank message screen for what felt like ages, debating on if he should text the other. his fingers hovered over the keyboard, struggling to type out a simple 'hello'
his fingers started shaking as he finally got the courage to start typing. minho has no idea why he's doing this; he doesn't even like the kid.
yjeonginehe
hi jeongin
r my eyes baffling me
or did u just text me first?!
minho laughed at the younger's instant reply.
no, they're working
just fine
oh! then hi :)
how are you?
man, you're acting like you've
never texted anyone before. but,
i'm good! what r u doing?
apparently, dying my hair
apparently?
long story-
well have fun! have u had
breakfast yet today?
minho groaned when he read the message, realizing he went right into dying his hair. it wasn't until jeongin mentioned it that he felt his stomach rumble.
no, not yet. i woke up and
saw the hair dye on the table,
and here we are
oh :( please promise me
when you're done you'll have
something to eat, ok?
seen
just then, minho's dad walked into the room.
"who are you texting?" he asked, shutting the door behind him.
"jeongin. he's from school," minho answered, a small smile on his face. it felt so natural talking to him, like he was actually talking to a friend.
"who's jeongin? is he your boyfriend? why haven't i ever heard his name before?" his dad sounded suspicious, and minho raised an eyebrow.
"he's just a...friend? jeez, what's your problem?" minho was growing angry. was he allowed no privacy at this point? and why the hell did he automatically assume boyfriend?
"you don't sound very confident on your answer. you know how i feel about you lying about a relationship," he then stuck his hand out, signaling he wants minho to hand him the phone.
"relationship!?" minho questioned, voice becoming louder, "i'm not even gay, why are you just assuming things?!"
his dad then walked closer to the bed, and grabbed the phone out of his his son's hand. he read the short conversation between the two, and then threw the phone on the floor. it shattered, breaking upon impact.
"why is this stranger invading your privacy like that, asking if you've eaten? who does he think he is?"
"a good friend!" minho then shouted, instantly regretting his actions. his father's hand made contact with minho's cheek, and he winced in pain.
"go wash out the dye in the shower, and think about how what you just did was wrong. you do not raise your voice at me."
he then stormed out of the room, leaving minho hurt and angry.
minho got off the bed and picked up his phone, and it wouldn't turn on no matter what he did. he sighed, throwing the broken pieces in the garbage.
after cooling down a bit, minho finally went into the bathroom and turned on the water.
he started planning the rest of his day in his mind, starting out with a good breakfast.
if i can't do anything else right, i should at least keep my promise.
even if he doesn't necessarily like jeongin, the annoying kid who just wont leave minho alone, minho doesn't want to see the kids disappointed face on monday when he knows he will ask him what happened.
yjeonginehe
minho? r u there?
u ok?
i hope your ok :(
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yeah. so minho doesn't have orange hair anymore. i'm so <\\\3
orange hair was easily my favorite color on him. i don't know why i grew so EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED to a hair color, but i did. rip ginger minho 😔
q: favorite hair style on your stray kids bias?
a: well besides orange, i REALLY loved minho's blond i am not hair. though that didn't last long, i'm begging for a blond minho comeback. but, orange was god tier ✨