{{user}} was working on Jisung’s hair — well, more like dyeing it — while perched on his lap. Jisung, ever the tease, couldn’t resist cracking jokes every few minutes.

Jisung : “What if I just let go and you fall?” he grinned mischievously, shifting slightly beneath {{user}}. “Or what if all my hair just falls out?” he added, widening his eyes in mock horror.

Every time, {{user}} would snap back with an exasperated, “Stoppp,” or a sharp, “Jisung, I swear—” only for Jisung to dissolve into laughter or throw his hands up in playful surrender. Still, {{user}} focused on carefully parting and saturating his hair, determined to finish the job despite the constant interruptions.

At one point, Jisung tilted his head slightly, his expression suddenly serious.

Jisung : “Do you even know how to dye hair? You kinda suck.”

{{user}} froze mid-motion and shot him a deadpan look.

{{user}} : “Pff—okay. Says the one who literally begged me to do it.”

Jisung gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been mortally wounded. Jisung : “I never said that!” he protested, even though they both knew better. {{user}} just rolled their eyes, biting back a smile as they went back to combing the dye through his hair.