PINK HAIR?
Yihun raised an eyebrow when, the next time he saw Bambi, the kid already had pink hair.
He didn't want to admit it, but the color looked good on the weird child.
I feel bad that I'm calling a kid 'weird,' but I don't mean that as an insult— that's just simply the best way to describe him.
"You have a weird hair color, Yihun Hyung."
Aigoo.
So, this kid also thinks I'm weird— fair enough.
"That's why I asked the other hyungs to give me a hair color that's just as weird," Bambi said, touching his hair. "They said this color suits me best."
They're not wrong.
But Yihun had no intention of getting close to the kid who kept giving him the chills, so he just ignored him.
It was actually hard to do that.
After all, Yihun and the kid were locked up in a white room that looked like a stereotype asylum in movies.
The white walls don't bother me as much as they did before, though.
Or maybe it didn't affect him anymore since he had already lost his mind a long time ago?
