moonsun
Yongsun knew they were changing their hair colors for the next comeback. She herself was getting it bleached blonde, Wheein had dyed her hair blue, and Hyejin had got it cut to a shaggy bob.
Which left Moon Byulyi, who for the love of god wouldn't tell Yongsun what color her hair was going to be.
The last time Yongsun asked, Byulyi just winked aggravatingly and said, "It's a surprise." Before Yongsun could tell her off, she slipped out the door, hamster giggles echoing in her wake, leaving Yongsun by herself in their practice room staring blankly at the mirror.
Yongsun doesn't even know why she's so bothered by Byulyi not telling her. It's not like Wheein and Hyejin know either, though something tells her that's because Byulyi doesn't want them to accidentally let anything slip.
It's just a persistent itch, a curiosity forever present and nibbling at her mind. But she knows that Byulyi won't give in easily this time, so she just waits as their comeback approaches, slowly forgetting about Byulyi's hair as Mamamoo enters an increasingly intense schedule of practices.
Then, one day, as Yongsun's writing songs in the practice room, she hears a knock on the door. "Yong? Can I come in?"
She recognizes Byulyi's voice, and absent-mindedly replies, "Yeah."
Byulyi opens the door. Yongsun, still immersed in her notes, doesn't look up until Byulyi softly questions, "What do you think?"
Yongsun glances at the younger girl and feels her heart stop.
Byulyi's hair is purple. It glints with her every fidgety movement, bathing the younger girl in an almost ethereal glow. Lilac waves flow down her shoulders, ripples of lavender hue, so different from the blonde that was so white it almost blended into the background of their gogobebe video, or even the heart-stopping silver from Decalcomanie. In a way, it's like Byulyi herself. Colorful, but softly so.
Yongsun doesn't even know what to think.
Byulyi nervously fingers the violet strands. "Does it look good?"
Yongsun blinks, mouth dry. "Y-yeah. You look great."
Byulyi's face cracks into a blinding smile, the obvious relief of having Yongsun's approval spreading into every crevice of her face, and Yongsun thinks to herself that if this is the kind of surprise Byulyi gives, then Yongsun can gladly wait.
.
.
Though she still slaps Byulyi for not telling her earlier, to which the younger girl only laughs, giving the hand Yongsun haphazardly clapped over her mouth a whisper of a kiss, leaving the older girl blushing.
Byulyi's hair might've changed, but Byulyi hasn't.
Yongsun is glad for that.