The soft songs of The Cardigans filled the kitchen. You stood behind Finn, who was sat on a kitchen chair, a small smile on his face as he hummed along to the lyrics. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow around the two of you. When Finn first mentioned his wants to dye his hair red, you thought he was joking. But now, here you were, holding a vibrant bottle of crimson hair dye. Carefully, you dipped the brush into the bowl with the dye and began to stroke it through his dark hair.

"I think you'll like this colour this time." He spoke in a gentle tone, excited to see the end result.

After over an hour, you finished dying his hair and blowdrying it. You smiled softly as the after effect colour was done drying. It was a dark raspberry, crimson like colour because of his original dark curls. you couldn't lie, it looked really good and suited him.

"well?" he smiled