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"So what's the color of the day?" Taehyung asked his best friend with a smile, the straw from his drink dangling from his lips.
"Let's see," Jimin mused. "Mint green!" he announced with a shit-eating grin.
Taehyung giggled with him. "Oh my god, Jimin. Your soulmate's going to kill you for making them into cotton candy."
"It's their fault anyway. They gave me red! Fire engine red, Taetae. I looked like a strawberry. My co-workers told me I looked like a delinquent. Now let's see someone try to look good in mint green."
"But really, don't you think it's too much to give them a different color every week? Red was a one time thing anyway," Taehyung said. He took his phone out and started to fumble with it, not looking at Jimin. He was probably catching up with his own soulmate, Jungkook.
Jimin steepled his hands and rested his chin as he contemplated. "Maybe... I'll stop after one more color? But this is too fun!" he whined. "Even though I can't see them with the color I choose, something about the fact that they probably get reminded of me every time they see their hair comforts me."
Taehyung sighed. "Whatever, Jimin. I'm not the one who's going to get my head shaved anyway." He looked up from his phone. "I think orange suits you."
"What?"
"Orange suits you," Taehyung repeated.
"What? Stop messing around, Kim Taehyung. You know how I feel about unnatural hair colors," he said with a laugh.
"I swear, Park Jimin. I'm serious. Look!" Taehyung took a shot and showed it to Jimin.
"Holy crap, I am orange!"
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Min Yoongi rolled out of bed. He had a shift at the nearby coffee shop in less than half an hour but he couldn't make himself move quicker. He lazily dragged himself to the bathroom. The sight that greeted him flushed the sleepiness out of his system. His hair, which was previously a silver pink ombre, was now mint green. He groaned.
"When will you stop doing this?" he wailed at no one in particular. He ran his fingers through his hair. He should be used to this kind of thing but somehow his soulmate was getting more and more ridiculous with his colors. First it was apricot, second was orange, then it was red, lastly silver pink ombre. Now mint green? "Please give me a break."
He leaned on the sink and stared at his reflection. "Fine, soulmate. You want me to be Ferb? Then be my Phineas."
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"I'm thinking blond is a good hair color," Jimin exclaimed one day. "I'm making a truce with my soulmate. I'll give him a natural hue this week."
In front of him at the table, Taehyung and his soulmate Jungkook shared a sigh of exasperation. "Red and orange might not have fazed you, but can't you see your soulmate just decided it's payback time?"
"Sorry, what was that, Kookie? I can't hear you over the sound of my ora—my hair is blond now!" he exclaimed after seeing his reflection.
Jimin leaned in across the table to show off his new color. "I've never dyed my hair blond before. What do you think? I think it's pretty. My soulmate must've seen their blond already. I wonder if it suits my soulmate like mint green," he mused, laughter in his voice.
"You're crazy, Jiminnie. Who would do that to their soulmate?"
Jungkook turned to Taehyung. "You changed my hair color to every single one of the rainbow colors every hour for two days before you convinced yourself that I am your soulmate, Taehyung. You're as crazy as your best friend."
"Ah! Crap, I spilled some sauce," Jimin muttered as he grabbed a napkin. He wiped the front of his shirt but there was still a noticeable smudge right in the middle of it.
"If you want, you can borrow my sweater. It'll be big on you but—“
“Yes, please!" Jimin cut off. "I'm sure Tae wouldn't mind."
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"Hey, Yoongi. Nice hair color," his co-workers observed, sending him a smirk.
Yoongi looked at him deadpan. "You told me that already yesterday." He took his brown beanie from his bag and put it on, pushing his hair up inside to hide it.
"No, no," the guy insisted. "It changed again."
Yoongi closed his eyes and counted backwards from ten. "For God's sake, when will they stop?" He shucked off his beanie and turned his camera on selfie mode. "Where did my mint go?"
His co-worker laughed. "So I guess you're Min Yoongi again, not Mint Yoongi. Get it?"
"Shut up," he growled, before relaxing his face and taking a shot. "If I go blond, you go blond, too," he muttered.
"Did you just take a selfie?"
"Yeah. I'm taking a picture every time my freaking soulmate changes my hair color, like a memorabilia or something. When I find them, I won't let them change my color again. I've had enough to last a lifetime. I won't let them get away with this."
"Right, okay. Well, go change now, Jack Frost. Your shift starts in five." He turned his back to Yoongi before turning again with a tray in his hands. "When you're done, go and serve this to that trio by the window."
Yoongi nodded, shed his hoodie, and put his apron and beanie on. He picked up the order and walked around the counter just in time to see one of the patrons from the trio stand up as he wear his blazer and go outside. He noticed that the guy had blond hair, only a little darker than his own.
The man looked good in blond, he had to admit and suddenly wondered whether his soulmate did so, too. A smile came to his lips. Now, he couldn't have that, could he? His soulmate had given him crazy colors for the past month and a half. It was time to pay him back some.
"Here are your orders, sirs," he said warmly to the couple left at the table. In his mind though, he was coloring his soulmate's hair an old man's gray.
"Thank you," one of them said.
Yoongi bowed politely. "Enjoy your drinks." He pivoted on his toes to go back to the counter but stopped in his tracks when he saw the guy earlier. His hair was gray now.
Yoongi felt his world stop. Sure, the cafe around him was still filled with movement. The guy he just served was shrieking at his partner, his co-worker was still blending drinks behind the counter, and the aromas of different coffee blends still mixed in the air under his nose. Yet Yoongi couldn't move. His gaze was transfixed on the man separated from him by only a glass door.
The guy looked up from his phone, not towards Yoongi, but to the table where his friends sat. With a smile, pocketed his phone and made his way back.
"Sorry. There's no signal inside," the guy said as he sat down.
"The Wi-Fi name and password are written at the bottom of your receipt," Yoongi heard himself say. Meanwhile, his friends just gaped at the gray haired guy.
"Hey, Gramps, he's right. We've been going here for so long and you didn't even notice?" his friend said with a giggle.
"Eh? Who're you calling Gramps, Taehyung?"
The guy named Taehyung opened his mouth to say something but Yoongi beat him to it by letting the tray he was holding clatter to their table. He put down his hands and leaned closer to his soulmate, so close he could feel the guy's breath fanning his face. "Give me back black," he told him past gritted teeth.
The guy blinked once.
Twice.
"What?"
Yoongi sighed. "Give me back my black hair."
Taehyung and his partner interjected when they started clapping and howling in laughter like retarded seals. "Oh my god, Jimin. We told you it's going to bite you in the ass," the last guy chuckled. He turned to Yoongi. "Hello, I'm Jeon Jungkook and this is my soulmate Kim Taehyung. And that guy who seems to be your soulmate is Park Jimin. If you need any help in holding him down when you shave his head, please don't be shy and ask for our help."
"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side," Jimin groused with a pout.
Yoongi could only stare for the first few seconds. He cleared his throat. "Shave his head? Why would I shave his head?"
"Um, because he was giving you a hard time with your hair?" Taehyung answered this time.
"Oh. About that. Here." He pulled out his phone and taped on his gallery icon before handing it to Jimin. "Look what you've done to me for the past month." Jimin swiped from one picture to the next, his disbelief growing bigger and bigger with each swipe.
Yoongi looked at Jimin. He was still swiping at the screen, seemingly mesmerized by the photos. "This isn't fair. How can you look good in green?" Jimin stared back at him with big brown eyes. "Will you shave my head?"
Then Yoongi laughed, so ridiculous was the situation that he just had to. "No, I won't." Jimin smiled at him, his eyes disappearing into crescents and his cheeks lifting. "But if you don't change my hair to black, I might just."
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