𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 ||𝐉𝐉𝐊 (𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴)

Chapter 39

The older lady sat on the palour chair as the stylist curled her hair. She looked at the other lady beside her with a frown.

"Suzy." She looked at the stylist through the mirror. "Make sure that I have the finest curls. People should burn just by looking at them."

"Yes. Miss Song."

"Hana. My hair is naturally fine. You just have to elevate it darling. People are jealous because I am a natural." She  threw the shade challenging the other in success as she grabbed the arm of the chair harshly huffing a breath.

"Yes. Miss Lee." Hana smiled.

This is just one of the many times the ladies have been on each other's throats. The rivalry had long begun from the time they were in school. Always trying to be better than the other in academics and sports. They eventually got married to good men and had children but their childish cold war never ended.

Their husbands had passed away and were now left as single mothers to raise their young children who are very much successful in their own fields. Miss Song's husband had too much cigarettes poisoning his lungs while Miss Lee's husband laughed a little too much causing his weak heart to give up on his nerves.

Nobody knew why these ladies could not stand one another. People say it was dislike at first glance. They were now having grey hues on their hair but none being any less admant to step back. Be it tea parties or shopping at the best malls. The ladies made sure to boast random things to make each other jealous.

"I bought the purse from Louis Vuitton"

"I went to Oxfords for a year."

"But got kicked out because they knew your brain was not even worth a penny." Miss Song laughed infuriating Miss Lee this time.

The two stylists glanced at one another in disbelief.

Joong ki pushed his lunch Tupperware with a shy smile. Ji hyo opened the lid and inhaled the tangy smell of the curry he had made with his own hands. The man has been giving her sweet gestures for the past few months and she couldn't be any happier.

She placed her lunch tin on the desk and opened it. "I made peanut butter sandwich." She smiled proudly. Well her cooking skills were only limited till there. One time, she was pulled by the hair out of the kitchen by her mother because she had burned the pots and splashed the juices from the mixer on the walls. The memory still sending chills to her body.

She shrugged the memory and focused on the food the man had made for her. She took a bite instantly earning a moan from her as Joong Ki puffed his chest in pride.

"The sandwich is nice too." He complimented ad Ji Hyo waved her hand saying that it's nothing.