#she does look good with short hair but idk the wigs and then the bob i just saw which is her natural hair is just styled oddly...

[60sgroove]

idk who has been styling winter this era but can they stop!

[kmelanin]

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“Come on, I'll take you home” Taehyung holds his hand out. You almost wanted to laugh in his face, but you just scoff.

“No, I'm good” Your words slurred more that you expected. “I came here with Yoongi, so I’ll leave with him.” You give off so much attitude you left him stunned, until you turned to walk away. He frowned and he grabs your arm and pulls you back.

“I sent him to give you weed, not to bring you to a party.” He almost growls in your face. You were stunned for a moment, not used to the man handling.

“Why do you care, huh?” You pull your arm from his grip. “You seem unavailable and you're here with Sinsi, so Ill see you on Monday.” You once again turned around to go back inside and find Yoongi. This time both of his hands come and grab both of your shoulders and your back meets his chest.

“Stop walking away from me.” He breath hits your ear sending tingles down your neck. “You are drunk, and it's not safe. You have no choice, i'm taking you home.” You felt his hands squeeze a little, and you could feel the tension coming between you both. You knew he was serious. But alcohol loves to bring the little out in you. Without actually wanting to, you body give out enough to send you falling to the ground.

“Carry me then.”

“Fine.” He says with no hesitation and he bends down. His hands go under your legs and under your arms, easily lifting you up in a bridal style. You gasped out in surprisement when he does, you didn't think he could even lift you, let alone bend down and pick you all the way up. He starts to walk down the street, about five cars later one beeps and unlocks. He then sets you on your feet and opens the door. You pout and get in, and he waits until you were buckled to shut the door. You watch as he walks around and gets into the driver's seat.

“Aren't you drunk?” You ask.

“Nope.” His words bland and dull. He starts the car up.

“What about Sinsi?” You ask.

“She has a boyfriend and knows how to use a phone.” He looks over at you for a second and looks back and pulls off, following your directions to your home.

He helps you out, once you got there. Since you lived in a condo sized apartment, he had to help you with the security and with the elevator. You kept quiet, feeling quite embarrassed for how drunk you were.

When you reached your door, you unlocked and went inside. You turned to him and smiled.

“Thank you, see you-”

“Can I spend the night, I feel dizzy. Ill leave in the morning.” He looks at you, you suddenly got a bit nervous, but you nod anyways. You let him in and watch him as he looks around, most likely judging.

“I have a guest bedroom, Rowan usually sleep there but you can take it tonight.” You say pointing to the door, he looks at you and nods, not even looking to where you were pointing. But you don't say anything and you turn towards your bedroom. You go into the bathroom and take off your makeup and wash your face. You then take your hair down and you but on some pajama shorts and a tank top with no bra. Which you instantly regret when you enter your bedroom again and see Taehyung laying shirtless on your bed.

“Um, what are you doing?” You ask, casually crossing your arms incase your nipples were poking through.

“Going to bed. What else.” he says as if he was irritated, which had you confused.

“Whats wrong with the bed in the other room?”

“You won't be in it.” He tilts his head back against the headboard and he closes his eyes. You actually laugh.

“Now it will, good night Taehyung.” You say shaking you head, your head starting to hurt from all of the light and the fact that you were sobering up. You go to the kitchen and you grab a cup, getting some cold water from the dispenser in your fridge door. You take a couple of big drinks from it and set it down. As soon as you do, hands come out from behind you and cage you in on either side of your island. Your heart starting beating extremely fast, as you felt Taehyung behind you. With your hair up and neck exposed, he easily slide in and speaks against your jaw, looking up at you.

“I said, stop walking away from me.” His voice was low and warm against you. One of his hands come up and around your neck pulling your back into him and his other hand pushes down below your belly button. Pushing your ass right into his groin. His hand exposes your neck even more. His leaves gentle kisses on your neck.

“Taehyung…”

“Shh.” His hands turn you around. And your widened eyes meet his dark and low ones. “You're so annoying, you know that.” His hand comes up and caresses your face. You were confused to what was happening. His touch was so soft, but his words...

“And you're annoying.” You roll your eyes and push him away. Your head was banging right now and all you wanted was sleep. You went to your room and shut the door, leaving him out in the kitchen.

The next day you texted Rowan to send out reminders to your models for Monday’s meeting and photoshoot. When you left your room, you checked around and noticed that Taehyung had left. You wondered when he did though.

You pulled out your weed and some White Owl, white russian. You've started to roll up, taking you a lot longer than you thought since you don't do it as often. You wanted to get into it though.

You rolled two blunts and then started to get ready for the day. You smoked one blunt in the shower as you blast music. You heard that smoking in the shower would get you higher.  Once you got out and you right. You felt a bit lightheaded so you went to sit down and decide what to wear.

You were meeting up with two of your friends, and models who were modeling for you. Teresa and Valerie.

Slowly you dropped clothing pieces, not wanting to overwhelm a lot of people and also to make sure that everything was perfect.

You smoked the other blunt as you did your makeup and hair. You put on some ripped skinny jeans that went over your belly button a little and a white tube top. You wore a lace wig, it was pin straight and it was styled as a longer bob. You love real hair wigs.

You took some pictures in a mirror and you post one to instagram. You also quickly check your stats and like some pictures. You were pushing 5 millions followers and you were excited. You couldn't help but to check Taehyung's instagram and you smiled when you seen that he was pushing 200k. He put a couple more pictures up and the most recent was showing off his lightened hair. You clicked on the picture and you could feel your heart beating faster. His eyes were closed and head was tilted. His hair was a bit messy and it looked like…

Oh fuck. It looks just like your guest bedroom. You scrolled just a tad to see the caption.

‘My mind is going haywire.’ You were a little clueless wondering what was going on. Why did he leave without saying anything.

The dinging of your phone pulls you out of your little high daze in your phone. You look and see that Valerie texted you saying that they were waiting outside. You quickly pull on some Gucci sneakers, with the rhyton logo on them. You grabbed your purse with everything you need, from lipgloss to wallet to phone and charger.

Once you got outside, you quickly find Val’s army green Jeep. Valerie was in the front and Teresa was in the back.

It was almost noon so the parking lot was pretty busy. Once you got into the front passenger seat and get buckled, she takes off.

“So Min Yoongi posted about this new Korean place. I think we should go try it.” Teresa pipes up  when Valerie asks where we should eat. Your eyes widen a little when she mentioned his name. But thankfully they didn't say anything. They would scream at you if they knew you left him at a party.

“Sure sure.” You seemed a little out of it. Teresa noticed and pulled herself to the front and looked at you.

“Bitch are you high?” She started laughing as Val did.

“Damn, no wonder why it smelled like loud in here. Since when did you smoke weed?” she wonders and your high ass went off. You went on and told them about Taehyung and how he did her tattoo and how you feel about him. You even went off and also mentioned Yoongi and how he gave you weed.

“So you're telling me that Taehyung is now modeling for you? And you're scared to make a move on him?” Teresa hops out of the car when we park.

“I think he still has feeling for his ex Sinsi.”

“And she's dating Park Bogum?” Valerie asks. You nod. “So what the fuck are you doing? You should make a move. I see no reason why not to.” You three start walking towards the restaurant.

Then you stopped in your tracks confusing the girls in front of you.

You see his car parked in front. You recognize it by the Gucci tiger necklace hanging on the mirror.

“That's his car. Meaning he’s here.” You quickly say, you start backing up a bit wanting to leave. But they quickly grab you.

“No, this is good.” Val starts.

“Yea, from what you've told us he’s lowkey playing with you. Like testing you out, so let’s go in here and act like you don't know who he is. See what he does, play with him a bit.” They pull you inside. You didn't know why he made you so nervous. Was it his eyes, how they always looked at you so fiercely. Or his hands, how they could probably grab your ass so good. Or just how he presented himself, so dark and intense. Or was it how he didn't give into you so easily.

You put on your confident face and follow the waiter to a table in the back. You all sat down, you made sure that your back was to the restaurant in case you did see him. You didn't want to see him, until tomorrow.

Eventually you all finished eating and wanted to go shopping a bit. You go to your town most popular strip mall and you look around a bit. You were recognized a bit from social media and you take some pictures. You don't get much, just some new shoes that dropped and some new shirts.

They drop you off back home, saying how we all needed beauty sleep for tomorrow. As soon as you got home, you stripped everything off and put on some sweats and a tube top. You were heading to the couch to put on a movie, when you got a knock on your door. You frowned wondering who in the hell was at your door.

You look through the peephole and see a hooded figure. You almost freak out, and you couldn't stop your big mouth from moving.

“Um, who the hell are you?” You yell out, not wanting to let a stranger in.

“Taehyung, who else.” You frown at those words and you slowly opened the door. He hurries and enters before you could change your mind.

“What a-”

“You said blonde!” His voice startles you since you werent expecting it to be so loud.

“And you should be.” You were confused, wondering what was wrong.

“Then what is this?!” He yells and yanks his hood off, your eyes widen at the bright blue hair on his head.

“Why in the fuck is your haiR BLUE?” You wanted to pull your hair out.

“The hair person said that she messed up your and another designers hair colors, and she didn't realize until she did mine first and-”

“How the fuck can she mess up blonde and blue.” You quickly grab your phone and text Rowan to find out what the hell happened. Blue can't just come out, not without ruining his hair even more.

“Ugh, I'm so sorry Tae. Ill take the blame. You can either keep it or go back to black hair.” You shake your head and you go to open the door again. “We will have to do it in the morning. Good night.” You say, and with your body finally agreeing, it lets out a yawn.

“Mhmm lets smoke and talk.” He turns around and he plops on your couch.

“Aren't you mad about your hair?” You were sure he was pissed, and that's why you opened the door, not wanting to deal with it right now.

“Not really. Unless you want me to dye it black for tomorrow.” He started to pull off his jacket. You walked over to your kitchen, you couldn't stop looking at the back of his head. The way his hair was so bright, you couldn't stop thinking about how much more his facial features stood out. You went to one of your cookie jars. It was a matte black and a shape of a cube. It had shiny words on the front saying ‘cookie jar’. But really it's where you put all of your weed. You grabbed one of the bags and you opened a drawer and pulled out a couple rellos and a lighter. You take a deep breath and walk back out to the living room. You noticed that he turned it on a music channel. It was some type of classical music. It was quietly playing giving the room a chill vibe. You had a soft earth toned ‘L’  shaped couch. He was laid out in the corner. One foot laying on the shorter part. His arms stretched out. And his head tilted back and his eyes were closed. His head was nodding to the music a bit.

You sat down at the end of the couch, away from him and near your glass coffee table. It had your rolling tray and grinder. You pulled it a bit closer. And you started to grind down some weed. You were sure how much so you grind about 4 nugs.

“You roll.” You take the tray and you pass it to him. His eyes open and he just grabs the tray and open the rello packs and start to roll. You were looking at the music on your tv screen when you felt his eyes on you. You didn't want to look back at him so you just grab your phone so you could distract yourself.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see him sit up and sit more on the little part, he was facing you. You looked over and seen that he rolled two perfect, fat, blunts.

“Are we sharing, or having a blunt to ourselves.” He voice cuts through the music. You set your phone down and grabbed a lighter. You then walked over and sat partly in the corner. You patted the seat next to you and smile.

“Share.” Your smile shown your confidence, and Taehyung couldn't keep him smile off his face so he looks down, hiding it from you. He stands up and he turns toward you. His face was was settled into his usual hard face. His brows frowning a little, and jaw clenched. His bites down on his lower lip when climbs up. He sits against the pillows. You had to move a little so he could sit comfortably. But he startles you when he grabs you and pulls you toward him. Your back ended up against the other side and your legs laid over his. Once he sees that you're comfortable he grabs the lighter and one of the blunts and starts to light it. You look away back to the tv and start to listen to the now jazz music, hoping your heart beat would slow down.

“So, um when did you start tattooing?” You ask, wanting to talk about something other than work.

“I was 16 when I did my first tattoo.” He passes the blunt to you and you take it. You bring it up to your lips and take a hit. You look back at him, catching him staring. He looks down and pulls his sleeve up. He shows you his wrist, and points to a small ‘v’ right below his thumb.

“People called he V, I was  ‘very trouble and very troubled’ as a child, and out of nowhere, people were calling me V. I don't remember when it happened or who started it. But…” He shrugs and sits back. You hit it a couple more times and give it back. You nodded again understanding. You felt weird, not used to his vibes. They felt so compelling, and dangerous. He made your heart beat so fast, and you couldn't just ignore that.

You both slowly smoke the blunts, enjoying the music and each others presence.

By the time you were done with both blunts were gone, your body was buzzing and your mind was only on one thing. Taehyung. You tried to think about everything that is stopping you from getting what you want, but you couldn’t. Tonight felt different. There was a reason why he came here.

“So, did you just come here to show me your hair and smoke? Because I have a busy day tomorrow.” You say slowly, making sure you get everything out right.

“No, there's something else.” He mumbles. His eyes were redder than the Devils balls. You almost wanted to laugh at how crazy he looked with bright blue hair and blazing red eyes.

“Well there’s something I want to do real quick.” You say and before he could say anything, you got up and straddled his lap. His eyebrows raised, questioning your motive.

You sat comfortably on his lap, and his arm rested around your waist.

“I don't care what you think of me, or how much I annoy you, at least right now I don't. But i'm high as hell and I really want to kiss you, can I?” You felt yourself almost pout a bit. You looked down at your legs sitting over his. His tatted arms laying on top of your legs, his fingers grasping yours clothes.

“Kiss me Yn.”His voice gave off as more of a need than a command. His voice pulled you closer to him and his hands met your face and your hands met his. Your lips connected and as soon as they did, your body felt like giving in a bit. You sunk into his hold, sinking into his grasp. One of his hands brought you closer by pulling you in by your waist.

Your eyes were closed matching his, you pulled away a little, not opening. You tilted your head to the other side and kissed him again. This one a little more intense, coming from both sides. Taehyung felt his stomach starting to turn and tumble, making him kiss you faster.

He suddenly pushed you over onto your back and climbed onto you. His lips finding yours again. Nothing was said between you two, only the sound of each others lips were heard. There was a big ball fire getting bigger and bigger between you both. You both felt it.

You knew that this may be in the heat of the moment, and that the strong attraction was only one sided. You knew you both were crazy stoned, and that can make things feel crazy. But his lips felt so good against your skin. His hands grabbing at you wanting to feel your skin against his, he felt so addicting.

You pulled away from him a bit, needing to breath. But he clearly doesn't, because he starts to trail down your neck. His large hands moving anything clothing that was in his way. His body was begging himself to mark you, he wants to see how long it took bruise your skin.

“Taehyung…”Your hand comes to his chest, more near his neck, wanting him to stop. “Don't do anything you’ll regret.” He pushes against your hand, not wanting to be stopped. But you pushed back, wanting him to snap out of it.

“I asked to kiss you, not for you to go all macho man.” You joke, but he doesn't laugh.

“What did you expect when you ask me to kiss you?” His voice was low and rough. His eyes were hidden behind his hair a bit so you couldn't see them.

“Mhm, maybe a few pecks and then you wither away in disgust.” You shrug a bit, you smiled a little, to take some of the tension away. But instead of smiling along, Taehyung frowns and huffs a bit.

Did you not see how fucking beautiful you were? You must have, it's practically your job.

“Hmm, well Ill see you tomorrow.” He leans down and pecks your cheek, then gets up. You watch as he grabs his things and he looks back down at you. He winks and leaves.

What the fuck just happened?

The next morning, you were so thankful that everything was going fine. Everyone was a little shocked that Taehyung walked in with crazy blue hair, and you could tell he hated everyone’s eyes on him. What did he expect with all of those tattoos on him. Right now you weren’t feeling any types of bad for him, especially since you had to tell you makeup artist not to tell anyone about the hickies she had to cover up this morning.

You had the other makeup stylist add a pop of color in their makeup. It would add something to the neutral color pallet of the soon to be dropped clothes. You picked out the clothing for Taehyung yourself, while some of the stylist picked the other clothes.

You gave him some high waisted loose black pants, with a tucked in turtleneck and some jewellery. Another outfit was a grey ripped up crop top with some black pants. You let him pick out whatever accessories.

Throughout the whole photoshoot, you stood there making sure everyone looked good.

You made Taehyung mess his hair up a bit, making it look a bit more edgy then put together. He didn't help you any by staring at you the whole time.

After the shoot, you rented out one of your favorite bars, so that everyone can enjoy some drinks after and enjoy the rest of the night.

You changed into a black slip dress and something chunky black sneakers. Something more casual so you could hopefully relax some.

When you entered the bar, it was already filled with the models and some of their friends. You also see Rowan and Soobin standing with some of your other friends. You go right to the bar wanting a drink.

You get a couple of shots in and start to mingle with everyone. People thanked you for inviting them out for some drinks and congratulated you on your up and coming success. You made sure to get some good pictures with some of the models, so that you could post them to instagram later. You wanted to hint to the world about what was soon to come, and you was going to show it off.

“Can I get a picture too?” A familiar voice comes from behind you. You turn around and freeze and who was standing in front of you.

You first true boyfriend, now ex. He broke your heart a couple of years ago. You met him before you really became anything. He was there through it all, the hate, the great. It was when you were around 600k on instagram, you were going around the internet pretty fast. Until you got a little too full of yourself. He didn't like it and said that you left him in the shadow. You tried to show him off, but he explained that he didn't want to be shown, but just shown some attention. You've realized what you did wrong and you tried to fix it. But he just left, left you behind like you left him.

“You want a picture?” Your voice was quiet, and the music was loud, but he was close enough to hear you. You felt stuck before. You werent sure what to do or what to say, you just kept the same face you give everyone. A happy, pretty girl, who had money and family issues. He nods a little, not taking his eyes off of you. He was giving you a expression that you remember, the old times passing through you head like a movie. It gave you chills that you didn't want to remember.

“Okay.” You watch him pull his phone out from his back pocket and he gives it to a guard that was also in charge of taking decent pictures. He knows how you like them done. You take off to the side, the people behind you happily moving to let you get your picture. You stood and posed, once the guard noticed that you both were posed, he takes a couple, some with flash some with out.

You walked back over and Jimin grabbed his phone. He smiled a little and scrolls through the pictures.

“They're all the same, but a but different. This one is the best.” He shows you and your eyes widen a bit. You were posing, the lighting was great showing off your makeup perfectly. Jimin also looked great. His pink hair showing brightly off of his all black outfit. His face looking down to you with this deep look into his eyes. “Is it okay to post?” He asks softly, his eyes boring into yours. You just nod and turn to walk away, to forget you even seen him. But he grabs your wrist pulling you back.

“Can I talk to you?” He asks nicely. You sigh, knowing that you really had no choice. You took some shots and you needed to get this done and over with. You both leave and go into the bar owner office. He wasn't there, but you needed a room you could lock, incase some yelling happens.

“What Jimin? Why are you here?” You ask crossing your arms across your chest.

“It's my first time back.” He mumbles frowning a little bit, making you confused.

“Back? Back from where?” You wanted to know where he went after he left that day.

“I-i…” He hesitates. His hard exterior slowly cracking. I had to leave, leave the country because my parents were relocated for their jobs. I was only 16 at the time, and you were gaining fame on social media. I was afraid to tell you because you were so happy with your following, that caused myself to put distance between us. But then you also did, like we already explained all those years ago.” He says trying his best to explain himself. You could tell he wasn't trying to mess anything up because he had that slight frown between his browns and his eyes looked sad. His voice was strong and slow.

“So you were going to break up with me no matter what?” You try to understand his words. But what you say throws him off a little. “I understand that we were young at the time, but anyone would rather break up because of distance issues then because one person blames the other for something. Especially when you're saying that we both caused this?!” You voice was starting to get louder and louder. He kind of panics, not wanting you to get upset.

“I know and this is why i'm trying to tell you this. To let you know that I know I was wrong. This is my first time back and I was too much of a little bitch to tell you until now. I've seen you grow so much, and i'm so proud of you. I'm back now, I want to try again.” He voice turns soft.

“You're here because you see that I gaining more succ-” “No! I've never cared about your fame and following! You know that!” He almost feels insulted that you would even think that. “I know that you are mad at me,”

“I'm not mad at you, what happened, happened years ago. I've accepted the fact that you didn't want me, let alone make things work.”

“I only stopped your advances, because I know I was moving no matter what.”

“Whatever Jimin.” You sighed.

“Lets try and see if we still have that spark between us. Please? I've never stopped thinking about you.” His voice whispers, as he pulls you close. His touch felt so calming like before. One hand going to the back and the other trailing itself up from your stomach to your neck to your face. His body was like a magnet. Falling to his charms like before. Your lips moments away.

“I don't think that's a good idea. We were so young before.”

“Which is why I said we should try. Who knows what will happen.” His mouth starts to form a bit of  a smile, until you tease him a bit by leaning forward going to kiss him. His face suddenly gets serious and his eyes turn deeper, ready.

A large knock on the door interrupts you both. You felt his body tense up and you push him away.

“YN? Sorry to interrupt but Taehyung is here. I thought you would want to-” You stopped Rowan by swinging the door open, exposing Jimin to her. Her eyes widen when she seen who was behind you. It was practically her job knowing you. So when she seen you sigh and irritation in your eyes. But then Jimins hands were grasping your waist and he seemed upset as well. Maybe she should've just said your name and then told you face to face.

“Sorry! I think i've had too many drinks and I-” “It's fine Rowan…” You stop her from going any further.

“Who is Taehyung?” His voice was comes from behind you. You felt his hands pull you back a bit.

“Chill, he’s a model. I just signed him. Stay here.” You push him back with your hand on his chest. When you knew he wouldn't follow, you turn to find Taehyung with Rowan following behind. She tells you that she's at the bar, and that she's most likely going home in a few. You turn back and give her a hug and tell her goodnight.

You walk towards the bar, looking for the blue haired man. You see him standing there, on the side already looking at you. His eyes were low, his head tilted down some, making his gaze that much more intense. You felt a little nervous walking up to him, his felt upset about something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when you reach him, you stood two feet away. He doesn't say anything at first.

“Why would you invite Bogum and Sinsi, when you knew that i'd come?” His voice was low, and after he said it he looked like he regretted it. You looked behind you and see them standing right in his line of vision.

“Bogum is a A celebrity. I'm surprised he's here myself. He's dating Sinsi isn't he? Why wouldn't she be at his side?” Then you look up into his eyes. “Plus I always do this after shoots as a little celebration for getting a intense job done. It's not a requirement. Leave or ignore them Taehyung.” You were pretty blunt but you didn't feel like dealing with his drama tonight. He just scoffs.

“Yn?” A girls voice comes from behind you, you turn around and see Sinsi and Bogum walking up. You were suddenly stuck in a thick tension.

“Sinsi told me a lot about you. I wanted to come by and ask for a partnership.” Bogum looks down at you and smile. You were confused to why he was asking you here, and now. Why didn't his team connect to your team?

Taehyung wasn't having it. He remembers the day he started to hate Bogum. When he asked Sinsi for a partnership, more like be in a drama together and ‘fall in love’. Taehyung couldn't help but to scoff at Bogum.

“Oh, I'm guessing good things. Ill give you the number of my PA and she will contact your team.” She smile giving him her number. He smiles down at you and enters it into his phone.

“Hi Taehyung.” Sinsi looks at him with her soft looking eyes. He just looks away from her, not wanting her to be near him. He didn't know why, or when the sudden change in feelings happened. But he looks down at your body, as you talk to Bogum, then he looks over to Sinsi. He instantly knew that you were so much better than her. He can't believe that he kept going after her, after she left him for someone else. Everytime she pops into his head, he eternally cringes.

“Well I hope to see you soon.” Park Bogum takes Sinsi away, leaving you and Taehyung alone.

Within the next month, you've kept busy in your work. You didn't want to slow down, at least not at the moment. Even with staying busy, Taehyung was on one side of your brain, in one ear. Since he was there with you every step of the way in your work towards your clothing. He wanted to know everything. It was kind of annoying that he asked so many questions and asked to watch you, or come with you. But at the end of the day he was interested in what you did and that somehow made it to your heart. It made you like him even more. You were annoyed with yourself, you didn't want to get attached so fast, but yet you couldn't help it.

But on the other side, in your other ear, Jimin. He was texting you, wanting to see you, sweet talking you. You would be completely lying if you said that you never wanted to see Jimin again. He’s grown so much since you seen him last. You don't know how he gotten prettier, in fact you would like to know his secret.

He seems so much more mature than before, darker. Like you said before, he’s grown and you were interested in what he had to offer.

But the thing is, you were overwhelmed. You didn't know what to do, you didn't want to do anything wrong. So you used your work as an excuse when you didn't want to answer something, or when a moment was to intense to handle at the moment.

Taehyung's hair faded into a mint green, it made him look softer at times, even with all of the tattoos. He always complained about it, and you always fought back saying that it was a pretty color on him. It always shut him up. You started to think that he was complaining more and more just to hear you call him pretty. But you doubt it.