"Keep still." Yijung said for the third time that night. "I'm going to get dye all over you."
"I'm sorry, I just want to give you kisses." Woobin frowned, Yijung softening at the sight of Woobin's little pout.
Yijung ducked down to give Woobin a peck on the nose. "How about we leave the kisses to me? There's less mess that way and kisses are still happening."
Woobin sighed dramatically, breathing out a "fine" that sounded more like a groan than an actual word. Yijung knew he was joking.
They were dying Woobin's hair yet again, a kind of bubblegum pink this time. This was by far the most out-there color Woobin had ever tried. Yijung couldn't think of a single con to it when he saw the excited smile on Woobin's face.
Woobin was sitting on the bathroom counter as Yijung rubbed the dye in
