ever since hyunjin got a buzzcut, just like everyone else—you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he felt good, confident. it really suited him.

it took you all of your willpower not to touch his head, it was funny. just wanting to rub and feel it was an urge you had to control. but there was times when you were alone, no cameras around, where you would just slap his head.

at first, hyunjin whined. complaining that you were being annoying. but he surprisingly got used to it. it’s not like you slapped him hard. it was an affectionate gesture, of course.

hyunjin was standing in the kitchen, scrolling on his phone. you were hanging out in his, and changbin’s dorm. you got hungry wanted a snack. as you reached to open the cabinet, hyunjin instinctively leaned his head down. assuming you were gonna slap his head, now it just looked like he wanted you to.

he blinked when he realized you were in fact not going to slap his bald head. his cheeks flushed red. “i thought—oh my god i hate you.”