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There’s really nothing that compares to the feeling of winning. It’s all-consuming, and for Hyunjoon it takes days to actually come down from the high, especially this time around. Two championships back to back are a feat not many can say they’ve achieved, so it’s no wonder both Hyunjoon and his teammates spend the following week existing in a vacuum, revisiting the winning moment over and over again until it finally settles in reality.
Hyunjoon doesn’t look online much aside from the things Minseok and Minhyung send to the group chat, which is why he isn’t really up to date with any ongoing discussions. At least not until Minhyung decides to mention a detail Hyunjoon completely forgot about.
It’s brought up during a night out with the five of them, while they’re seated around a table full of food and keeping light conversation.
“I feel like I have to do something special now that we’ve won,” Minseok says, biting the inside of his cheek as he ponders. “But I don’t know what, I already did a live stream.”
Sanghyeok chuckles next to him, putting a cooked piece of meat down on his plate. “You’re thinking too much about it. The fans appreciated the stream, you should get some rest.”
Everyone else at the table hums in agreement, though Hyunjoon can assume why Minseok feels as if there’s more he could do. He will soon be going away for a month, and it must make him feel more strongly about it than the rest of them.
“Yeah, I guess,” Minseok mumbles through a mouthful of food.
Hyunjoon jumps a little when Minhyung pushes his leg under the table, an amused gleam in his eyes.
“Ah Hyunjoonie, weren’t you supposed to dye your hair blue?” His grin is a little smug as he says it. “Even the fans are talking about it a bunch.”
That seems to make Wooje perk up from where he was engrossed in his phone next to him, and he turns around quickly to face Hyunjoon.
“Oh my god, he’s right. I totally forgot about that.”
Hyunjoon sinks a little lower in his seat as all four pairs of eyes turn to him. “That was just a joke for a video, though. I am not doing that.”
“Why not?” Wooje whines, laying a hand on top of Hyunjoon’s that’s already resting on his thigh. “It would look so cool.”
“You could pull it off,” Sanghyeok adds, looking at his hair intently, as if he’s already imagining it.
Hyunjoon shakes his head. “No way. You’re not going skydiving either, Sanghyeok-hyung.”
Sanghyeok gives him one of those cheeky smiles, lifting his left shoulder in a shrug. “Maybe I am.”
Hyunjoon groans as everyone looks at him pointedly, clearly amused by his apprehension.
“Can we talk about anything else, please?”
It takes some effort, but Hyunjoon eventually steers the topic elsewhere, getting the attention off of himself for now. Even Wooje doesn’t protest much, he simply stays tucked by his side for the rest of the dinner, and Hyunjoon feels relieved that he managed to dodge a bullet.
–
In hindsight, Hyunjoon should’ve expected it. Knowing his boyfriend it was only a matter of time before he circles back to the topic in the following days.
He just didn’t really expect it to be like this .
“Wooje, you can’t be serious right now.”
Hyunjoon was hoping for a relaxing evening, a time to enjoy his bed and maybe Wooje’s company as well once his boyfriend was done playing games with Minhyung and Sanghyeok. But it turns out Wooje had different plans for him, because he stormed into Hyunjoon’s room without any warning with a paper bag in hand and a big smile that instantly gave Hyunjoon an inkling that he’s planned something.
He was proven to be right when Wooje dumped the contents of the bag out on his bed, and Hyunjoon was then met with boxes of bleach and blue hair dye, along with other hair dying tools.
And now they’re here, staring each other down and seeing who will crack first. Unfortunately, Hyunjoon already knows the outcome of this, and so does Wooje, judging by the confidence on his face.
“Oh, come on, Hyunjoonie-hyung,” Wooje crawls on the bed as well, easily tossing a leg over Hyunjoon’s lap and making himself comfortable. “ Please?”
Hyunjoon closes his eyes, hands unconsciously going to Wooje’s waist as he groans and drops his head on his shoulder. That’s the catch– Hyunjoon’s weakness is exactly this, a whiny Wooje giving him those doe eyes, knowing that Hyunjoon will cave in every time.
“You’re horrible, you know that?” Hyunjoon mumbles into his neck, nipping the skin there.
Wooje laughs, a soft, breathy thing, and wraps his arms around Hyunjoon’s shoulders.
“Mhm, so I’ve heard.”
“I hate you.”
Wooje hums again, clearly amused. “For sure.”
Hyunjoon pulls away to look at him, aware that he’s too smitten with Wooje to ever say no to him. So he sighs, pecking his lips once, and mumbles, “Fine, you win.”
Watching Wooje’s smile widen is worth it, even if Hyunjoon might end up looking like a clown an hour from now.
“Of course I do,” Wooje holds his jaw as he kisses him, deepening it just a little before pulling away.
Hyunjoon watches him slide off of his lap and pick up everything he bought, and hesitantly follows when Wooje turns around to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
They end up in the bathroom, with Wooje propped up on the sink counter and Hyunjoon seated on a chair between his legs.
“Have you ever even dyed anyone’s hair before?”
“Nope,” Wooje hums a tune as he mixes the bleach, not sounding worried in the slightest.
“ Wooje! ” Hyunjoon smacks his leg gently. “You’re not taking this seriously at all.”
Wooje sighs heavily, putting down the bowl in favour of tipping Hyunjoon’s head back and cupping his face. The rustling of the gloves he’s got on makes Hyunjoon laugh, but it comes out muffled with Wooje squeezing his cheeks.
“It will be fine. You worry too much, and even if it’s not fine just go to a professional and fix it up.”
With one final kiss he lets him go, picking the bleach up again as Hyunjoon settles properly in his chair and lets him get to work. Surprisingly enough Wooje is quick, though he makes sure he gasps dramatically a few times just to startle Hyunjoon and make him think something went wrong, only to laugh hysterically at his panicking. Hyunjoon regrets the years he spent enabling his menace behaviour, not knowing that he would later on become Wooje’s main victim.
Once Hyunjoon’s hair is completely coated and he’s silently sent dozens of prayers for his hair to stay intact, Wooje snaps a picture of his handiwork and sends it to the group chat.
“Is it uncomfortable?” Wooje asks while they wait for twenty minutes to pass. “I’ve never bleached my hair before.”
“Eh, kind of,” Hyunjoon mumbles, tracing his hands over Wooje’s leg absentmindedly. “It’s annoying, a little itchy, maybe.”
“Really?” Wooje muses, reaching for the brush he used on his hair and taking the end of it to scratch Hyunjoon’s scalp. “Better now?”
Hyunjoon huffs out a laugh, his heart fluttering a little at how thoughtful Wooje is under all the teasing.
“It is. Thank you, baby.”
Once the timer on Wooje’s phone goes off they move to wash the bleach out before returning to their previous position.
“I kind of miss your blonde hair,” Wooje says, running a hand through the wet strands. “It was so hot.”
Hyunjoon snorts. “Yeah, you made sure to let me know plenty of times.”
“Oh, shut up,” Wooje nudges him with his knee. “Maybe we should just ditch the blue and have you go blonde again.”
“Wooje, I love you, I really do, but I am not trusting you to make my hair blonde.”
“Ugh, fine.”
Hyunjoon can basically see the eye roll even though he’s got his back turned to him, and he pats Wooje’s thigh gently. “Maybe some other time.”
“Sure, whatever,” Wooje mumbles, already moving to apply the blue dye onto his hair.
Hyunjoon watches the group chat come to life after Minseok responds to the message Wooje sent; a very emoji-filled request that Hyunjoon show up in his streaming room once his hair is done to show it to him. Minhyung says the same through a string of texts, while Sanghyeok simply likes the message. He sends a few messages of his own, and makes sure to snap pictures of a very focused Wooje sitting behind him.
He zooms in on one of them once he’s done, instantly smiling at how cute it is. Half of his face is in the frame, but what makes it so good is the way Wooje’s tongue is sticking out in concentration, his glasses sitting low on his nose due to the position he’s in.
Hyunjoon chuckles, twisting a little in his seat and pushing them back up for Wooje so he can see properly. Wooje mumbles a small ‘thanks’ and goes back to his previous work.
The time passes fairly quickly, and before Hyunjoon knows it he is washing the dye out of his hair with an excited Wooje basically jumping off the walls next to him.
“Oh my god, I actually did it,” he says as he cleans up the mess they left around the sink, coming to stand next to Hyunjoon and peek over to see if he's done. “I’m so excited right now, you have no idea.”
“I can see it, trust me.”
Hyunjoon pushes down the water tap once the last bits of conditioner are washed out of his hair, and takes the towel Wooje passes him. Wooje pushes him towards the mirror before he’s even done drying it, and Hyunjoon drops the towel to see the end result.
Which isn’t much, because his hair is still wet and looks nearly black, so Wooje runs to get a blow dryer and hand it over to Hyunjoon. Halfway through drying it the actual colour starts showing; a dark blue that Hyunjoon doesn’t know how to feel about. Though Wooje certainly does.
“Holy shit, that’s so good,” Wooje says when Hyunjoon is done, staring at him in the mirror with his mouth slightly agape.
Hyunjoon reaches up to touch a strand, a little hesitant as he mumbles, “You like it?”
“I love it.”
“Does it beat the blonde?”
Wooje raises an eyebrow, giving him the side eye. “Don’t go too far now.”
Hyunjoon laughs, looking back into the mirror to try and get used to seeing himself with the new change.
“I’m such a pro,” Wooje steps closer and slides his fingers into his hair. “This is what I should do when I retire from League.”
“Okay, you’re pushing it now.”
Wooje laughs, leaning in to kiss his cheek, and when he’s not satisfied with that he turns Hyunjoon’s face to the side to kiss him properly. It’s slow and deep, and Hyunjoon just lets Wooje have his fill before they have to pull away.
“You like it that much, huh?” Hyunjoon smirks, pulling him in closer by his waist.
“Mhm,” Wooje hums, looking up as he ruffles his hair once more. “If we didn’t have to go show the others the end result now…”
Hyunjoon squeezes Wooje’s hip when he sees his eyes darken, the sentence left hanging between them, a promise of what’s to come later.
“Patience, baby.”
They part ruefully, and Hyunjoon checks the group chat again as he looks for a shirt to put on, only to see Minhyung’s text letting them know Minseok already spilled the beans about Hyunjoon’s new hair on stream. He shows it to Wooje, who simply laughs when he reads it.
“Why am I not surprised,” Wooje says, and then his eyes widen in realisation. “Oh my god, we should go over there and have you show it for the first time on his stream.”
Hyunjoon immediately shakes his head, trying to move back and negotiate, but Wooje is already wrapping a hand around his wrist and pulling him out of his room to steer him through the hallways, past a confused looking Tom.
He really needs to learn how to say no to Wooje.