#colour fix

“ what colour are you supposed to be dyeing your hair?” hongjoong finally asks, slumping over and resting his head on lino’s shoulder.  “ i don’t think any of us have bright colours .. which is weird, but i mean, i guess they know what aesthetic they’re going for by now.” his own hair is a limp shade of peachy red, faded and much longer now than it was when he first got it dyed.  he hasn’t been paying much attention to his appearance, which isn’t surprising considering the inner turmoil he’s been putting himself through.  honestly, he’s wondered if the others noticed by now.  if they haven’t, they’re probably blind.

“ do you think they’ll let me go back to my mullet as long as it’s the colour they want it to be?” he mumbles, staring at the stylists at work.  likely, they’ll be called up next.  “ i miss it.”