soulmates au where if u fuck with ur hair, ur soulmate will have a matching hairstyle. hyuck’s been growing out his hair for weeks, content with the way his bangs cover his eyes, but one sunday morning wakes up with an undercut and short bangs. he’s also blond.

he’d probably be okay with the hairstyle—it looks pretty good on him, to be honest—if he’d gotten a warning about it. he’s supposed to visit his ultra-conservative grandmother today and his hair is platinum white. this is what sucks about not knowing who your soulmate is.

he decides to get back at his soulmate by dyeing his hair forest green. that’ll show ‘em. unfortunately for him, turns out his soulmate’s been in his criminology class this whole time. when they make eye contact, his soulmate’s face turns bright red. he looks like a watermelon.

hyuck can’t help but laugh, immediately backed against the wall once his soulmate—whose name is mark, he comes to learn—comes up to him and frowns at him, muttering something about having a job interview that afternoon and being Very Upset about his new ‘do.

they end up sitting next to each other at the back of the lecture hall because someone took hyuck’s favorite seat and because mark wouldn’t stop nagging him about changing it back to a normal color.

“normal? u think platinum blond is NORMAL?”

“it’s better than GREEN.”

“i think it looks nice on you, mark.”

“what— you can’t just—“ mark begins to sputter, cheeks tinted bright pink from the unexpected compliment.

ah, his soulmate’s pretty cute. they’ll get along just fine. hyuck pinky promises to dye his hair back to black after class, and he keeps his promise—but immediately bleaches it and dyes it neon pink the next morning. this will be fun.