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After the night in which he dreamed that Jungkook tried to fucking eat him Yoongi has grown a strong aversion to strawberries.
He can’t stand the sight of them, their smell, their taste. In fact, he hates them so much that he refused to kiss Seokjin after the man had eaten a bowl full of them. It doesn’t stop there though, he has begun avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. He used to love his pink hair so much but after that dream, well it’s safe to say that as soon as they get back to Seoul Yoongi makes an appointment with his hairstylist to dye his hair again. Not being able stand the sight of Jungkook pointing at his hair and yelling ‘berry!’ it doesn’t matter how cute it might be.
“Are you sure? Didn’t you just dye it a month ago?” Boo Seungkwan, his stylist, says. Currently Yoongi is sitting in the chair at the salon, glaring at the other man through the mirror. His scalp burns from having bleached it but he doesn’t care.
“Of fucking course, but I don’t want it pink anymore,” Yoongi answers simply, looking down to avoid catching the other man’s gaze.
“Why?” Seungkwan asks, and despite the fact that Seungkwan lives up to the 'gossipy stylist' stereotype he's sure that really the kid is just being curious, Yoongi knows this, but he doesn’t want to admit to anyone other than Seokjin that the reason why he’s putting his hair through this pain again is because he had a nightmare.
“Just do it kid, I’m paying you not to ask any questions,” the other rolls his eyes.
“No, you pay me to dye your hair, but okay hyung whatever you say,” Yoongi nods, satisfied “what color do you want now?”
“Green, but like mint green, not that dark green crap that you pulled on Seokjin last year,” Yoongi says decidedly, not caring that he’s twenty-nine years old and dyeing his hair a very unnatural color. It’s as far as possible that he can think from pink right now. Seungkwan nods and hurries away to mix the color.
—
Yoongi comes back that day with a snapback on top of his head. He exchanges his shoes for the bear paws he usually wears at home and drops his keys in the bowl, waiting for Jimin and Taehyung to run at him. When they don’t he frowns and walks over to the kitchen, where he hears everyone laughing together. Seokjin stands in the middle stirring something while Hoseok and Jimin cut strawberries together. Taehyung and Namjoon are playing with Jungkook in the corner, probably both deemed to be too destructive to help with knives, even if it’s the kids’ ones. There's strawberries everywhere, so many that Yoongi's about to throw up.
“What the hell?” Yoongi asks and Seokjin’s head snaps over to him, glare already in his face. Meanwhile Taehyung and Jimin play their usual role and run to their father’s legs, yelling happily. Hoseok and Namjoon follow behind a little bit more sedated and Jungkook stretches his arms for his father to hold him.
“Don’t curse in front of the children,” Seokjin orders, lowering the temperature of the stove and picking Jungkook up.
“Hell isn’t a bad word,” Yoongi says after kissing his children. He then holds out his arms to hold Jungkook who smiles at him and jumps towards his father.
“Daddy! Berry?” the toddler asks, taking Yoongi’s snapback off, at the sight of his father’s green hair the boy frowns and begins thrashing in Yoongi’s arms.
“Wait what happened?” Yoongi asks “Jungkookie hey look at me,” the baby starts pushing him away, tears forming on his cheeks and gesturing for Seokjin to pick him.
“Papa,” the baby wails and the pout on his face makes Yoongi’s heart break, he’s seen his children cry several times but never because of him. Seokjin takes the baby with a worried expression and begins bouncing on his feet while their other children look at Yoongi in confusion.
“He doesn’t know who daddy is,” Hoseok answers after looking at the youngest.
“What do you mean he doesn’t know? I’m his father,” Yoongi’s question is thrown more towards Seokjin than to Hoseok.
“He probably doesn’t recognise you because he was used to seeing you with pink hair,” Seokjin says, and he pats Jungkook’s hair as the kid hides his face in his father’s neck, still crying loudly for his daddy to come home.
“I am home though,” Yoongi groans.
“I recognise you daddy, don’t worry,” Jimin says, pressing his cheek against Yoongi’s leg, the green-haired man looks down at his son and smiles at him.
“Thank you Jiminie.”
“I recog-recgonishe you too!” Taehyung screams, and suddenly Hoseok and Jimin are screaming too and that combined with the sound of Jungkook wailing and the pain in his scalp from the frequent hair dying makes Yoongi grow a migraine. Thankfully Seokjin knows him all too well and he tells their children to go wash their faces for dinner.
“What am I going to do? My kid doesn’t know who the hell I am,” Yoongi says, Jungkook has calmed down now but he still refuses to look at Yoongi.
“Well… why don’t you dye your hair back to pink? He liked it that way that’s probably why he’s so upset.”
“No way,” Yoongi answers “I want him to love me again not to want to eat me.”
“He didn’t want to eat you, that was you being delusional” Seokjin raises his eyebrows at his husband for being ridiculous.
“Uhuh, of course he didn’t that’s why he kept drooling all over me whenever I held him,” Yoongi squints and Jungkook keeps pointing at him and basically panicking to Seokjin about the weird man on the kitchen.
“I thought it was adorable, honestly Yoongi at least keep your hat on now until we know what to do,” Yoongi puts the snapback on again and Jungkook immediately changes his face.
“Dada!” he yells, pointing at his father and gesturing to be held by him. Yoongi nods and holds his child again, securing a hand over his head when Jungkook begins to take it off.
“No baby don’t take dada’s hat off,” Jungkook frowns.
“Why?”
“Because daddy doesn’t like his hair,” Yoongi says. Jungkook’s nods and promptly forgets that he had been crying over the past fifteen minutes.
“What the hell am I going to do?” the younger man asks and his husband shakes his head.
“I already told you, dye it back to pink.”
“Yeah... there’s gotta be another way,” Yoongi says and he looks at his son who’s making funny faces at him, trying to get his attention. He can't believe he has to trade his sanity for this.
—
The next day Yoongi gets home a little bit earlier, and after being tackled by his children he tells Seokjin to give him Jungkook so he can spend time with the little one.
“Are you going to take your hat off?” Seokjin asks.
“Yes, but I have a plan,” Yoongi says, showing him a cup filled with lettuce.
“Okay I have no idea what your plan is but don’t make him cry please, he gets a headache later,” Yoongi nods in determination and takes the baby, leading him up to his room and placing the lettuce, a bunny plushie, green crayons and paper in the floor.
“Jungkookie,” he calls, and the baby looks at him “sweetie you know how we call you bunny?”
“Bunny! Yes,” Jungkook smiles, pointing both at himself and the bunny plushie that lays on the floor next to the lettuce.
“Well, do you know what bunnies eat lettuce?” Jungkook shakes his head and stares at his father in wonder.
“And lettuce is green!” Yoongi takes a leaf of lettuce, placing it on the paper in front of him and then taking the crayons to make circles of the color.
“Green!” Jungkook repeats and claps to himself.
“Yes! And do you know what else is green?” Jungkook shakes his head no.
“Daddy’s hair!” Yoongi declares and takes his hat off. At seeing his father’s hair Jungkook frowns and shakes his head no.
“No! Daddy berry!” the kid starts saying and Yoongi has to put the hat on again before his son will start crying again without any consolation.
“Shh, shh kid don’t cry,” he holds his son and the kid pouts.
“No berry?” Jungkook’s voice is small and cute, it tickles Yoongi’s heart and the man downright curses that he has to be so goddamn weak for his son.
“Don’t worry, daddy will be berry again,” he sighs.
—
“You want me to dye it pink again? Seriously?” Seungkwan asks the next day, hands covering his face with worry.
“Correct, but not strawberry pink, make it like… dusty pink?” Yoongi says without any shame, as if he wasn’t asking the other man to submit his scalp under the painful treatment of bleaching twice in a week.
“You’re going to go bald early,” Seungkwan says “but okay I guess, I’ll go get the things ready."
Yoongi endures all of it, cursing when the bleach hurts his head and hating the feel of his weak hair under his hands. Seungkwan is kind enough to give him some treatments to recuperate his hair to his usual soft texture. He almost regrets everything as he opens the door to his home, not wearing anything over his hair.
“Daddy!” he’s greeted by Jimin and Taehyung, as per usual, behind them come the eldest two and Seokjin with Jungkook.
“Daddy! Berry yes!” Jungkook says and Yoongi doesn’t regret anything, not when his son is looking at him with stars shining in his eyes. Seokjin offers a laugh and hands Yoongi the baby, who begins petting his father’s hair and then presses a kiss to his cheek.
“I like,” the baby says, giving him a bunny smile.
“I like it too,” Yoongi says back.