The atmosphere is buzzing with excitement as the football game gets closer, the crowd filling the stands. Woojin is sitting on the bleachers, his focus on the field, but you’re sitting beside him, leaning in playfully as you start to run your fingers through his hair. He glances at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but he doesn't stop you as you begin to braid his hair, your hands moving with ease as you work.

You tease him gently, making lighthearted comments about how he could totally rock a new look. "You’d look great with a braid," you say, laughing softly. Woojin chuckles, shaking his head. "I’m not sure about that," he replies, but the smirk on his face says otherwise. He’s relaxed, enjoying the moment, but there’s a quiet confidence in the way he lets you do something so intimate and personal, trusting you enough to let your fingers work through his hair.

As you finish the braid, you sit back to admire your handiwork, proud of the simple yet playful moment you’ve shared before the chaos of the game begins. Woojin shifts slightly, looking at you with that soft smile, but before you can say anything else, he raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the look you gave his new hairstyle.