Yixing lived in an apartment complex that was mostly inhabited by middle aged and elderly people. Throughout the whole complex, there were about three families with young children all three of them living on the lower floors. Ideal for Yixing living on the upper floor; at least he didn't have to put up with anything from the children when it was his days off and he wanted a few extra hours in bed. 

The actual apartment he lived in was neither big nor small. It was the perfect for Yixing, that and the rent being super cheap for it's location, the first opportunity he got to move away from home he found himself moving into the place and staying ever since. It was nothing special, nothing extravagant, but it was good enough for Yixing to call home. 

"You can sleep in here" Yixing said showing Yifan the master bedroom, letting him have a look before he grabbed the guy and pushed him down the hall towards the bathroom 
"Now for goodness sake go take a shower! I don't think I can stand another minute around you and that stench" handing Yifan some towells and pushing him in. 

Okay, Yifan was now in his home. Yifan the convicted murderer that the police were currently looking for. The man that Yixing was hiding in his home because he couldn't think of anywhere else to hide the guy... 

What did he do in his past life to deserve this? 

Now that he had got himself into this situation, it was going to be very difficult for Yixing to get out of it! Who knows how long Yifan was going to stay or what he was going to do next. How could Yixing go on with his daily life knowing that he had to keep this top secret and not tell anyone? He seriously had to sit down and think this through in detail. 

For now that would have to wait. Yixing couldn't dwell on it long, he had to keep his life normal to some extent. In the meantime, there was a dinner to prepare and Yixing had to make sure there was enough food in the place to cook for two. 

"I need a new look" Yifan muttered to himself, wiping away the mist that had gathered up on the mirror to look at his reflection. The shower had been the most decent one Yifan had since going to jail. Finally he was able to discard of that wretched uniform and had to hold back a moan as the warm water hit him and he was able to give himself a decent clean. 

It was when he looked in the mirror and saw how rough he looked did he decide that he had to give himself a makeover. He was, technically, a free man after all. That an the fact that if his hair grew any longer he was willing to shave it all off and walk around wearing hats and beanie's until it grew back to a satisfactory length. 

"There isn't enough food for the two of us. I'm popping out to grab some takeaway and I'll go shopping to-" but Yixing quickly lost trail of thought when he saw Yifan walk out of the bathroom with damp hair and nothing covering his body apart from the towell wrapped around his waist. 

"Do you have a pair of scissors lying around anywhere?" Yifan asked as Yixing scrambled to the kitchen drawer. Anything to get away and hide the blush that was forming on his face. 

"W-why do you need these?" he asked handing them over 
"I'm cutting my hair" Yifan replied, walking back to the bathroom with a frowning Yixing following after him. 

"Oh yeah, did you say you were heading out?" he asked, standing in front of the mirror 
"Did you say you were going to cut your hair?" Yixing asked 
"Isn't that what I just said?" Yifan replied, holding strands of hair in his hands and styling his hair in different styles. 

"Y-you're going to cut your hair? Without a proper hairdresser doing it for you?" Yixing asked 
"If you spend enough time in jail, you learn a few things" Yifan replied, turning to face Yixing. 

"Now if you're going out I'd appreciate it if you got me a few things" he said 
"Oh really like what?" 
"Well firstly, I need clothes. There is no way I'm wearing that uniform again. Secondly I'll need whitening cream and finally I'll also need hair dye" Yifan replied, turning back to the mirror. 

"What colour dye? Brown I'm guessing?" Yixing asked 
"Nope. Blonde. Acutally, make that dark blonde if you can" Yifan replied. Blonde? Blonde! What kind of look was he going for that required him to dye his hair from black to freaking blonde? 

"B-blonde? Aren't you trying to hide yourself?" Yixing asked 
"So?"
"So?! Dying your hair blonde is only to attract attention!" Yixing exclaimed making Yifan scoff and shake his head. 

"It won't! With all sorts of people living here nowadays they'll think that I'm some sort of model or something like that" well, he certainly had the body and the looks to be a model. Something Yixing could agree with him on. 

"And whats the whitening cream for?" he asked 
"Make me look lighter. Look at my skin now, it's dark, bound to give me away even with blonde. If I make myself lighter it'll give me a... well I don't know, exotic look I guess" Yifan replied with a shrug of his shoulders, leaving Yixing to stand there and sigh gathering his belongings and leaving Yifan to do whatever it was he had to do. 

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Returning to his apartment, Yixing was caught off guard by just how different Yifan looked now that his hair was cut. That was before he realised that Yifan was sat in his living room, watching his television and still didn't have any clothes on. 

"Wait, are you wearing my boxers?" Yixing asked
"Well did you expect me to sit in the towell until you got back?" Yifan replied. 

"Whatever" Yixing groaned, chucking a bag at Yifan before making his way over to the kitchen with the food he got from the takeaway. 

"Most of the shops were closed at the mall. I ran into a sports shop and grabbed you a few tracksuits so they'll have to do in the meantime" he said watching Yifan shimmy into a jumper and tracksuit bottoms. 

"The hair dye and cream is also in the bags with the clothes. Lucky for you they did have blonde. Unlucky for me that the woman serving me at the counter thought it was for me, thinking that I was going through some stage in my life" he added, sighing as Yifan chuckled and walked over to join Yixing at the table. 

"I'll dye it tomorrow, for now I feel like I could eat a horse" he said not even waiting for Yixing to sit down before he stuck into his food. As for Yixing, he just couldn't take his eyes off of Kris' hair. He was expecting to come back and see that Kris had either cut it too short in some places or left bald patches here and there. But his hair, it was perfect. Obviously not as good as a professional, but still, the standard was good. 

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Yifan asked 
"Your hair, it makes you look different now that it's been cut" Yixing replied. 

"Good different or bad different?" 
"Makes you look younger".

Watching how Yifan reacted to him, Yixing was actually quite surprised. Apart from threatening him with a gun, Yifan was not as aggressive as Yixing pictured him to be. As a convicted murderer, Yixing thought that he was going to be demanding, controlling, taking over the place and making Yixing do whatever he wanted him to do or else. 

So far none of that happened. All that did happen was that Yixing had to go out and waste some money on him. There was something off about Yifan, something that Yixing just couldn't quite put his finger on at that moment... 

I always feel that I should leave a message at the bottom of every chapter. Sometimes though, like today, I can't think of anything to say and yet if I don't add this part to the chapter it feels as though the chapter is !

...

Because that didn't sound weird at all... 

*sigh* 

Until the next chapter!