Khun’s arms crossed a little tighter as he looked at the box, and then at his little girl. Well, she wasn’t so little anymore. She’d lost the baby fat around her cheeks and her body, transforming her into a more slender, athletic figure. It was scary to think that she was transitioning into a teenager. At least he glanced at the box of dye again; this wasn’t some form of rebellion meant to piss him, you, and Viole off. Not that dyeing her hair would do that. It would just be an easy way to make fun of her if she managed to mess up the bleaching process or chose the wrong color.

He picked up the box of dye. He knew very well that it was the same color as his hair. It would take Vihan a fair amount of time to get much of the red out of the brown, and it would be messy considering they weren’t working with short, fine hair, but long locks and thick, wavy hair. Why? He finally asked, Why that color of all things? You don’t like blue.

Why not? Vihan questioned back, and it made Khun want to pinch the bridge of his nose, and you could tell just by the look in his eyes. I thought it would look nice. A lie. He let out a short sigh as he looked at Vihan. She was still keeping her gaze firmly away from him and you. Her shoulders were shaking. Whether it was out of panic at his reaction or trying to contain her emotions, he wasn’t sure yet. He would bet on the latter, though. It was a rare day that Vihan managed to make them truly angry.

Did someone say something to you? Khun ended the song and dance. He could hear Viole slowing down her cut, clearly. You glanced at Khun. Maybe… something about you not fitting in with the rest of the family?