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“Remember to cut your hair.” The supervisor reprimanded. “You're a boy yet you have such hair, seriously...” Sighing, they left the dorm with a displeased face.
Eunyung didn't say much as he was being scolded. He only stood there and took whatever the supervisor had to say. He had been told many times to cut his hair since it was too "girly" for a boy like him. This has happened several times already, but Eunyung got used to it.
“Was it about your hair again?”
The blonde glances up to the wooden stairs to see his jet-black haired roommate. He had that usual unfazed look going down the stairs and then sitting on the dining table's chair right across from Eunyung. "Yeah. Told me to cut it off.” He rolls his eyes. "At this point, I'm considering wearing a wig or something.” A laugh escapes his lips as he said his joke. Or was it really a joke?
Haejoon didn't say anything. He didn't let out a chuckle at Eunyung's joke. Only staying silent as he sat on the chair. Eunyung was used to this behavior, he didn't mind whatever he did. He's always surrounded by people who talk a lot, so having someone like Haejoon was a change, an odd and new change. “Why do you... like your hair long?”
There it was. A question. It has always been like this. There would be times when him and Eunyung would get along, sharing their experiences and secrets, and times when they'd be at each other's throats. He didn't know if him and Haejoon were friends or enemies. Would enemies know their deepest secrets? Would friends always beat the shit out of each other? He doesn't know and he doesn't care. Thinking about it actually made his head hurt a bit.
"Why do you ask?” Eunyung asks back with a grin on his face. He likes to sometimes be playful around Haejoon. “You also think that it's too girly for a guy like me?”
There was a brief moment when Haejoon's eyes flashed a bit of panic. What was that? Why did he panic? But before Eunyung could think of more reasons, the panic was gone, and Haejoon starts to answer his question. “Not at all. I think it's pretty neat,” he scratches his cheek as he answered. “Your hair suits you. It makes you, well, uh, you.” That was a lot of yous.
Eunyung wasn't expecting that response. Actually, he expected the first one, but not the second. He didn't know what to feel with that answer. Cringed? Pissed off? Weirded out? Definitely the third one. But only a small portion of him felt that way. He felt much more... nice. On the inside. Everyone's view of his hair made him look pretty or girly so it was odd to him to hear that his hair was neat and made him himself. He hated himself knowing how rotten he is, but hearing Haejoon say something like that was nice.
Although, obviously, he wouldn't admit that.
“You can be cringey sometimes, you know. Lol.” Eunyung says to provoke Haejoon. It was a way to ignore his sentimental feelings. And Haejoon getting all pissed was a good distraction. Kinda funny sometimes. When, obviously, no fighting is involved.
The provoking seemed to work because the soft look on Haejoon's was replaced with an annoyed one. “Shut up, you ass. I was just being honest with my thoughts and you're calling me cringey?”
The conversation shifted to silly swears and insults. Like how it always goes whenever they had a conversation together. It was really fun teasing the other guy. The bickering goes on until Juwan came to stop them. Afterwards, they all went to bed. Haejoon wasn't really mad with what Eunyung had said since he immediately forgotten it and told both of them a good night.
Eunyung was lying down on his bedroom with his earphones on— oh. The realization of not answering Haejoon's question hit him. Ah, doesn't matter, he'll answer it next time. He picks up a strand of his hair, holding it over his face, unconsciously looking at it, and...
... Huh, seems like Haejoon's cringey words rubbed off on him.