After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Somin and Junu
"Come here my hero, let's get you colored up!" Somin teased Junu.
He got in the shower and sat on the stool again while she motherly showered his hair, making them both wet in the process, their clothes sticking to the skin. Her fingers diligently washed the peroxide out meanwhile caressing his hair like it was her brother's. Too soft to touch, hardened only at the parts where the chemicals stripped the hair down from its pigment, leaving it dead and yellowish white.
"Am I hurting you?" she asked, trying to untangle the tightened strains.
"It's alright," he said, eyes tightly closed.
The whole ordeal was silliness at its finest, Junu laughed like a small kid. All his usual seriousness disappeared. After the silver foil was gone only bright blond hair stayed.
"Whoa, it's so light." He inspected his hair in awe, stepping out of the shower dripping water from his clothes, shocked when he saw hers.
"And you're blonde." His mouth opened.
Magic.
"Hell yeah, but not for long," she laughed, relaxed and happy at last. Her shirt damp while she put the purple conditioner on his head and then switched.
"Let me, I wanna do it," he pleaded.
"I can do it myself," she chuckled.
"It's my work." He made her sit.
Counting the time down they let the toner do its magic while sitting in the shower opposite themselves and having the hot stream caressing their bodies and warming the cold tiles.
Somin's round breasts were accentuated by a wet shirt. She liked to be free at home. Junu didn't care at all for a woman's anatomy feature more than in artistic interest, but gazed anyway. Judging it on aesthetics only.
"You have beautiful breasts, I need to draw your bust," he said nonchalantly, alcohol unwinding his tongue.
"But I don't mean it like a pervert!" he added, panic visible on his boyish face.
She checked him up remembering how he behaved at the gym around her brother.
"I believe you."
When we met Pomchun he acted strangely, hiding, not making eye contact, blushing.This behavior sounds awfully familiar.
"You can draw my boobies for sure." Somin winked at him with a pleasant feeling of intimacy with no sexual tension whatsoever.
Junu looked at her shyly again and she reached up, assuring him by petting his cheek and hair softly.
"It's alright Junu, we're artists foremost." The blonde friend eased the seriousness with, "Except me, I'm all Ms. Wet shirt over here."
They burst into drunk laughter and the alarm for the toner went off.
