A/N: This is slightly weird. I apologize, political science fried my brain ;A; I hope you like it nonetheless ^^

They met in college during freshman year. The charismatic dancing machine that changed his hair color as often as his clothes and the adorable law student. They were poles apart but they made it work. Hyukjae’s hair was brown when they met.

They shared an apartment from their second year. It was small and cozy and exactly what they needed. They had terrible fights that involved a lot of dish throwing and room-wrecking. But in the end, they always cried together on the couch, whispering apologies and cracking lame jokes. Hyukjae’s hair was red.

Nobody was surprised when they announced that they were together. They took it in their stride and were a little more touchy-feely in front of their friends. Hyukjae’s hair was pink, just like Donghae’s face.

“That’s disgusting,” remarked Kyuhyun, as Hyukjae opened the door for a bright red Donghae.

“Yah maknae, your face is disgusting.”

Their friends continued the teasing for years and Donghae never got used hearing it. The day he said that he didn’t care what anyone said anymore, Hyukjae dyed his hair blond.

They got married a few years later and Hyukjae dyed his hair brown for the occasion. When he was asked why he picked such a boring color, he shrugged.

“Donghae fell in love with brown, it only seems right that I marry him with that color.”

Once,