Caramel
Title: Caramel
Author: annyongpussycat
Pairing: Nichkhun x Wooyoung (khunyoung)
Rating: PG-13 for lots of cussing. 'Cause boys cuss a lot. XD
Genre: Comedy
Summary: Nichkhun discovers it's really not a good idea to try to dye your own hair.
A/N: Based on a bad dye job I got the other day- I wrote this to vent, but luckily, all is well now with it. :D Oh, and this also takes place before any of that crap happened.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Khun yelled, pulling at his hair from the roots. “No. NO. This is NOT what the box said.” He grabbed the box of hair dye from the counter that depicted a woman with long, wavy caramel colored locks. He checked the label again. “But it says ‘Caramel Brown’. WHAT THE HELL?!”
“Dude, what the fuck are you yelling about?” said Jay who’d come to see what was causing the commotion. He stopped dead in his tracks once he’d rounded the corner and caught a glimpse of the scene in the bathroom. His jaw dropped. “Dude,” he whispered. “What the fuck did you do to your hair?”
“THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT!” Khun yelled frantically, rounding on Jay with wide eyes.
“Um, just, like, calm down. I’m sure they can…fix it?” Jay said carefully.
“DOES THIS LOOK LIKE SOMETHING THAT CAN BE EASILY FIXED?” Nichkhun shrieked.
“Dude, chill out!” Jay said, throwing his hands up. “Didn’t know it was that time of the month,” he added with a smirk and dashing from the room before Khun could retaliate.
Nichkhun sank to the floor, willing tears not to fall. ‘No. NO. I’m NOT going to cry about this. It’s hair. HAIR. It’ll grow back! They can probably fix it first thing today!’ he reassured himself. ‘It’s going to be OK…..SHIT. WHAT IS WOOYOUNG GOING TO SAY?!’ That’s when he started to panic.
“Umm, hi! I have a bit of an emergency. A hair color emergency,” he spoke frantically into the receiver. “I need to fix it like, now…..What’s that?…..You can’t?…..Why not?…..The color specialist is on vacation?…..Until next WEEK?” His heart sank. “You mean there’s no one else that can do it?……Ok, well, thank you then. Bye.” He hung up feeling a hundred times worse.
“Shit. What the hell is Wooyoung going to say? Just then, there was a light knock on the bedroom door, followed by a nervous voice.
“Um, hey, Khun? Jay said you wanted to see me?” Wooyoung said cautiously, “He made it sound like it was kind of an emergency.”
‘Fuck him,’ Nichkhun thought, cursing Jay. “Um, no, he’s just being Jay. It’s nothing- really.”
“Have you been crying? Your voice sounds weird,” Wooyoung said from the other side of the door.
“No. No! I’m fine, really,” he said, lunging for the doorknob when he saw it begin to slowly turn.
“What the hell? What, is this door locked? Wait, there’s not a lock on this door,” Wooyoung remembered, blushing slightly as he recalled the time he and Khun had been walked in on by the magnae. “Let me in! I know your holding onto the doorknob,” he said, now annoyed.
“What? No I’m not!” he laughed. ‘Damn it. That sounded nervous,’ he thought, cursing his lack of acting skills.
“Khun. I know you're in there, and I know you’re hiding something. Just give the fuck up already,” Wooyoung said, sounding increasingly irritated. Nichkhun sighed, letting go of the doorknob and flopping down face down on the bed dramatically in defeat, burying his face in a pillow. The door creaked open slowly and Khun heard his footsteps coming closer.
“Wow, who’s the hot blond in my bed?” Wooyoung said, holding back laughter.
“Ughhh. Shut up,” was the muffled response he got, Khun still hiding and refusing to meet his amused gaze.
“Oh, it is you, then,” Wooyoung laughed, amused at the other’s behavior.
“This is not a laughing matter, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun said, looking up at him to give him a death glare.
“I could actually get used to it. It’s kind of hot,” he said grinning, settling down on the bed next to his boyfriend.
“Seriously, Wooyoung. Stop it,” he said, now pouting.
“No! Babe, I’m being serious,” he replied, cuddling up to him to try to prove his point.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?” Khun asked, looking at him fully with wide eyes.
“Yeah….but Jinyoung-hyung’s gonna flip a shit when he sees it,” Wooyoung said, trying to keep himself from laughing.
“….Fuck,” said Khun. He hadn’t even thought about that. “He really is, isn’t he?”
“Haha, probably. But just imagine the look on his face when he sees it…priceless.”
Khun laughed. “Okay…I guess you’re right.”
“We’ll get it fixed, baby. Don’t worry,” Wooyoung said, now genuinely trying to comfort him.
Nichkhun sighed. “Thanks, Woo. You always make me feel better…But I still just can’t figure out why the hell the stupid color did this to me! It said caramel. Caramel.”
Wooyoung hopped off the bed and retrieved the box from their bathroom counter and began reading.
“Um, Khun?” Wooyoung said, smirking at him. He pointed to the box’s fine print. It read, ‘May lighten hair.’
Author: annyongpussycat
Pairing: Nichkhun x Wooyoung (khunyoung)
Rating: PG-13 for lots of cussing. 'Cause boys cuss a lot. XD
Genre: Comedy
Summary: Nichkhun discovers it's really not a good idea to try to dye your own hair.
A/N: Based on a bad dye job I got the other day- I wrote this to vent, but luckily, all is well now with it. :D Oh, and this also takes place before any of that crap happened.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Khun yelled, pulling at his hair from the roots. “No. NO. This is NOT what the box said.” He grabbed the box of hair dye from the counter that depicted a woman with long, wavy caramel colored locks. He checked the label again. “But it says ‘Caramel Brown’. WHAT THE HELL?!”
“Dude, what the fuck are you yelling about?” said Jay who’d come to see what was causing the commotion. He stopped dead in his tracks once he’d rounded the corner and caught a glimpse of the scene in the bathroom. His jaw dropped. “Dude,” he whispered. “What the fuck did you do to your hair?”
“THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT!” Khun yelled frantically, rounding on Jay with wide eyes.
“Um, just, like, calm down. I’m sure they can…fix it?” Jay said carefully.
“DOES THIS LOOK LIKE SOMETHING THAT CAN BE EASILY FIXED?” Nichkhun shrieked.
“Dude, chill out!” Jay said, throwing his hands up. “Didn’t know it was that time of the month,” he added with a smirk and dashing from the room before Khun could retaliate.
Nichkhun sank to the floor, willing tears not to fall. ‘No. NO. I’m NOT going to cry about this. It’s hair. HAIR. It’ll grow back! They can probably fix it first thing today!’ he reassured himself. ‘It’s going to be OK…..SHIT. WHAT IS WOOYOUNG GOING TO SAY?!’ That’s when he started to panic.
“Umm, hi! I have a bit of an emergency. A hair color emergency,” he spoke frantically into the receiver. “I need to fix it like, now…..What’s that?…..You can’t?…..Why not?…..The color specialist is on vacation?…..Until next WEEK?” His heart sank. “You mean there’s no one else that can do it?……Ok, well, thank you then. Bye.” He hung up feeling a hundred times worse.
“Shit. What the hell is Wooyoung going to say? Just then, there was a light knock on the bedroom door, followed by a nervous voice.
“Um, hey, Khun? Jay said you wanted to see me?” Wooyoung said cautiously, “He made it sound like it was kind of an emergency.”
‘Fuck him,’ Nichkhun thought, cursing Jay. “Um, no, he’s just being Jay. It’s nothing- really.”
“Have you been crying? Your voice sounds weird,” Wooyoung said from the other side of the door.
“No. No! I’m fine, really,” he said, lunging for the doorknob when he saw it begin to slowly turn.
“What the hell? What, is this door locked? Wait, there’s not a lock on this door,” Wooyoung remembered, blushing slightly as he recalled the time he and Khun had been walked in on by the magnae. “Let me in! I know your holding onto the doorknob,” he said, now annoyed.
“What? No I’m not!” he laughed. ‘Damn it. That sounded nervous,’ he thought, cursing his lack of acting skills.
“Khun. I know you're in there, and I know you’re hiding something. Just give the fuck up already,” Wooyoung said, sounding increasingly irritated. Nichkhun sighed, letting go of the doorknob and flopping down face down on the bed dramatically in defeat, burying his face in a pillow. The door creaked open slowly and Khun heard his footsteps coming closer.
“Wow, who’s the hot blond in my bed?” Wooyoung said, holding back laughter.
“Ughhh. Shut up,” was the muffled response he got, Khun still hiding and refusing to meet his amused gaze.
“Oh, it is you, then,” Wooyoung laughed, amused at the other’s behavior.
“This is not a laughing matter, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun said, looking up at him to give him a death glare.
“I could actually get used to it. It’s kind of hot,” he said grinning, settling down on the bed next to his boyfriend.
“Seriously, Wooyoung. Stop it,” he said, now pouting.
“No! Babe, I’m being serious,” he replied, cuddling up to him to try to prove his point.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?” Khun asked, looking at him fully with wide eyes.
“Yeah….but Jinyoung-hyung’s gonna flip a shit when he sees it,” Wooyoung said, trying to keep himself from laughing.
“….Fuck,” said Khun. He hadn’t even thought about that. “He really is, isn’t he?”
“Haha, probably. But just imagine the look on his face when he sees it…priceless.”
Khun laughed. “Okay…I guess you’re right.”
“We’ll get it fixed, baby. Don’t worry,” Wooyoung said, now genuinely trying to comfort him.
Nichkhun sighed. “Thanks, Woo. You always make me feel better…But I still just can’t figure out why the hell the stupid color did this to me! It said caramel. Caramel.”
Wooyoung hopped off the bed and retrieved the box from their bathroom counter and began reading.
“Um, Khun?” Wooyoung said, smirking at him. He pointed to the box’s fine print. It read, ‘May lighten hair.’