Baekhyun's eyes were attentively staring at his reflection in the mirror, mouth parted in awe while he took in al the new details. His hair felt shiny and silky smooth when he ran his fingers through it. He couldn't help but admit to himself that he was looking so much better. The cheeks looked sharper, his gaze more intense, more mature. This time he had done the effort to tuck his shirt into the pants, a thing that he had never bothered to do. He looked fit, slim, and the view of himself made for the first time a triumphant smile grow on his face. It was odd, but he actually felt like he was now somewhere comparable to Jongin. Just a few days ago he had been PinkiePie. And now? He looked like someone girls would give an extra glance at. 

Baekhyun slid the round glasses on the bridge of his nose and started posing in front of the mirror, sending himself smoldering gazes; parting his lips ever so slightly to see if it would make him look any hotter.

The boy had never imagined that he could look so great, ever. He was having a hard time recognizing himself. Maybe it had been the pink hair giving a childish look all along. Or maybe it was the fact that he had never paid much attention to his looks until now that there was someone he actually wanted to impress. Before he could think twice, his hand had already reached out for his phone, dialing Jongdae's number. Only a couple of rings passed before the grumpy and sleepy friend spat out a "What." Usually, Baekhyun would have shot something of the kind back, but the excitement was too much for him to care that his friend was being rude.

"Jongdae, I actually look hot right now," Baekhyun muttered, his voice fazed as he hadn't been able to stop himself from staring into the mirror again, fascinated by his own reflection.

Baekhyun experienced the longest ten seconds of his whole life when all he got was an icy silence.

"Are you high?" Was the first thing Jongdae said and Baekhyun scowled heavily, cursing himself for having expected anything different from his best friend.

"No," He sighed, "I'm as sober as I can be at seven in the morning" he grit through his teeth only to have the other mate groan tiredly.

"Seven!? Bro, why'd you wake me up so early, seriously get a life." That sentence hadn't made much sense since in that case; it was Jongdae who needed a life outside his bed. Baekhyun just sighed again and ran an absentminded hand through his freshly dyed dark hair.

"Jongdae, it's Thursday. You should have been up an hour ago." 

" you, Baekhyun." Baekhyun only smiled at that.

"Good morning!" He lovingly sing-sang into the speaker before ending the call and proceeded to get his bag from his room, heading to the kitchen right after where his mother was currently making tea. The scent of wild berries lingered in the room as the walked towards his parent, leaning over her shoulder to bid a greeting. "Bye mom, thank you for helping me dye my hair." He murmured and pressed his lips to her temple, having her smiling widely.

"Go now or you'll be late," The lady said in a mock- stern voice as she eyed her son with twinkling, affectionate eyes. Baekhyun heartedly grinned back and rushed outside before he would actually miss the school bus. He was slightly sweaty when he sat down against the clothed seat, his heart thumping nervously inside of his chest. Today was going to be different, he wanted to see your reaction to his changes. He did this only for you, after all, he hoped it would make you see him differently.

Baekhyun had to force himself from being so self-conscious because the throbbing heartbeat against his ribcage was making him extremely nervous and insecure, he was thinking way too much about the way he was dressed differently and how weird it felt, did he look weird as well? A deep sigh left his lips as he pushed the glasses further up, a little gesture he'd always do when he was nervous or shy.

It was only when he stood in front of the classroom door that he realized how right Jongdae had been every time he'd told him to get himself back together. It was only a hair color and a minor fix to his clothes, it wasn't a dramatic change. Yet it felt so different, he felt different. The last time he had black hair had been years ago.

Worry overtook him, what if he didn't actually look good in black hair? What if he looked weird with his uniform worn tightly, were his legs fine? Baekhyun shook the thoughts away and opened the door, telling himself that he would never know if he didn't show himself up first. He had hoped that you weren't there already, but he was only to be disappointed. Because when he entered, your eyes were already on him. You were dressed in a tight white t-shirt with a high waisted floral skirt. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat wondering if you were even human, how could anybody possibly look so effortlessly beautiful? You were so unfair to him. He had planned to act more mature today, braver, but how was he supposed to that when you were making his heart stutter.

You hadn't recognized him at first, in fact, you had to squint your eyes to make out who the black-haired male was. When you caught on the very familiar traits, you felt your eyes grow wider.

"Baek?" The named had come out a bit louder than you had intended, causing a few heads to turn into yours and Baekhyun's direction. You could already sense them starting to discuss the boy's new changes behind his back. On the other side was Baekhyun shyly scratching his neck, his head hanging low so that his bangs could cover his face. But it was useless because you had already seen the blush on his shiny cheeks.

Soon, he was seated next to you and you took advantage of the situation to take in every new detail, not thinking about the shameless way you were staring at him, making him feel incredibly small under your gaze. He found it so unmanly that his hands felt so clammed and sweaty, his legs were weak and his heart was beating way too fast for his own comfort.

Your eyes traveled his facial features, noticing how noticeably sharp his jaw was, his cheekbones were high with a natural glow enlighting the skin. Now that you looked more carefully, his body was fit, in fact, slimmer than you had ever expected, you had never considered him as the sportive type. The most truthful conclusion you could come up with was that he probably was naturally slim. You couldn't believe that you had never noticed these things about him... They were so obvious, why where you seeing this only when he had dyed his hair and put more effort into his clothes? You felt almost bad for having underestimated him. Until now you had found him absolutely adorable, but never had you thought that you would have to consider him handsome.

His hand went to rake through his hair and later on pushed his glasses up his nose again. He probably had no idea of how breathtaking he was looking and for some reason you were having a really hard time taking your eyes off him. It was just so hard to get used to this new image of him, with his pants folded neatly at the ends, his shirt tucked inside.

The specs on his nose gave him a really raffinate and professional look, although you would always think that the round glasses were what made Baekhyun, Baekhyun. It was what softened his features.

Regardless, you couldn't help but wonder why he would have dyed his hair, he had never really looked unsatisfied in your eyes when he had it pink, as a matter of fact, he had looked very happy when you had complimented it. Nor had it seemed like he minded wearing his uniform loose with those oversized hoodies over it. Expect for when Jongin was around, you could admit that he acted slightly odd when he was present.

After another while, you loosened your gaze from him and stared outside the window instead. And Baekhyun felt like he could finally breathe again. Behind, you could hear some of your female classmates discussing vividly Baekhyun's new style. Whispers repeating how cute he looked, most of all, different. One of them, Minji you thought it was, said something that triggered you more than it should have. Her high pitched whisper suggesting her friends that the theory that perhaps he liked someone and so changed for her. It sounded extremely cheesy but not entirely impossible either.

You on your lip thoughtfully as you processed the words. For some reason, your heart felt like it was trembling In your chest as your brows formed a crease on your forehead. Suddenly you felt uneasy with the fact that he had changed. Was he going to get masses of students buzzing around him like those popular guys? Was he... Going to change, completely?

You almost jumped out of your seat when you felt a hand on your shoulder, but visibly relaxed when you saw it was only Baekhyun, your heart skipped a beat without your consent.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked you, his hand was incredibly hot and somehow you felt your skin burn under the fabric, hesitantly, you nodded at him.

A shy smile of relief appeared on his lips, "That's great then," he murmured, you looked down in your lap and wordlessly nodded, wondering why in the world you were feeling so shy all of sudden.

"So..What made you dye your hair?" You asked out of genuine curiosity, and Baekhyun seemed taken aback for a moment as if he hadn't been expecting that question from you. Still, he gave a sheepish smile as his cheeks came to life. His fingers were playing with some strands of his locks.

"Secret." He replied, his eyes sliding slowly from the hair between his fingers to your own eyes, and you didn't know if you were imagining it, but there was the slightest hint of a smirk on Baekhyun's lips and you felt a shiver run down your spine. A smirk? is this even the same Byun Baekhyun from yesterday?

Feeling a little disappointed you muttered, "Oh, okay.." For some reason, his grin widened and it stirred something inside of you, something that you couldn't describe. But it wasn't pleasant.

"What do you think?" You were puzzled by his question, Baekhyun was everything but a bold guy, bu