# 7
My Hot Babe
They're out to pick up a few things. Snacks for Hyukjae. Some chicken for Donghae.
Hyukjae checks both their masks first. Pulls Donghae's hood lower. Over his blonde head. Then he takes his hand again as they exit the store. Donghae wishes he can kiss his lips. Or his hand. He loves Hyukjae's caring little actions.
They walk back with their bags.
"You still have to be on your diet, Hae?" Hyukjae says.
"Yeah, gotta stay in shape for promotions."
"You'll keep your hair blonde too?"
Donghae chuckles. Glances at him. All he can see are his eyes. "You always cry about not getting to see me with my y hair before I change it... so yeah, I'll try."
"I don't cry..." Hyukjae mutters. "Oh, Hae... maybe you can just leave your roots until the album's out and promotions start. Then just fix it up again."
"That sounds like a good idea," Donghae says. He his hand with his thumb. "What about you, baby? Will I ever get to see you with colorful hair?"
"What for?"
"You'll look so pretty."
"But I'll be more noticeable..."
"And so beautiful."
"No... I'll look weird."
"No way," Donghae says. "I think a blonde or... blue? I can picture it. You'll make those look great on you."
Donghae's sure Hyukjae's blushing. Pouting. The annoying mask is in the way.
"No..." Hyukjae mumbles.
"Ah, my honeybun's just worried about me. You don't think I can handle it. You're already so dazzling, head to toe--"
"Noo," Hyukjae says. Now clearly embarrasssed. Donghae laughs. But the other runs from him once they're in their apartment.
"Baabe," Donghae calls. He's gotta kiss him. Being cute and shy like that. "Where did you go?"
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Hyukjae's on the floor. Folding up their clothes from the laundry. Donghae's putting them away. And watching him.
"Hae, is the group meeting up again?"
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