Jaegyeon groan for about the fifth time in the last half an hour, rolling his eyes when the words left your mouth.

Just having a quiet moment alone with you turned out to be a very hard thing to get, considering now you were bothering him about his hair, asking him to dye it back to the way it was a few years ago: black with red highlights.

“I'm not dyeing my hair.„

He repeats, tapping the tip of your nose while his arm around you tightens, bringing you slightly closer to his side.