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, Junu, Mia and Teho
Another hour passed too fast and the drunk friends ran to the bathroom for the big reveal. Somin lovingly washed Junu's hair, her head was spinning. Shampoo, conditioner, nutritional serum, mask—too much to think about. You can't skip any of these if you want to have soft and shiny hair.
Junu was so damp that his clothes stuck to his body like a second skin. But he'd still preferred to be somewhat clothed as he was very unsure of his body, mainly since he witnessed Pomchun's prime physique.
But here and now he happily played the part of Somin's younger brother.
I always wanted a sibling.
His hair shone with colored locks.
Who is this person?
In a drunken haze, he couldn't recognize his reflection, touching the green meadow on his head.
It is so pretty.
Somin washed her own hair and sent splashes Junu's way, playing with him. Her mane came out amazingly. The green got heavily to her nearly blonde washed-pink of hair and the roots weren't badly bleached too. All in all the results reached above her expectations.
Junu grabbed a towel and ran toward the living room, drying his hair.
...
Akey unlocked the door.
Mia followed by Teho came in. The quiet dancer met Teho in the hall, hypnotizing his camera, being all serious, striding to their flat, just in time for dinner as usual. Mia tried to start a conversation awkwardly inspired by seeing his painted nails.
"New style, how come?" She raised her brow.
"I'm channeling my younger self," he answered seriously.
"It looks like my nail polish." She squinted.
"I hope you don't mind, Somin opened a salon yesterday," he explained, a bit scared.
"Hmm." She observed his uncomfortable posture. "I should stop by to get a manicure too, is she open today?" Mia joked to ease the tension.
"I'm afraid, it was a one-time gig." He smiled back guiltily, recalling the time together.
"Shame, but it looks good on you," Mia concluded and fell back into quietness, feeling like he was avoiding further conversation.
The silent pair were taking off their shoes when they got startled by the giddy sounds from the bathroom. The door opened and heavy water splashes came out to the floor.
"What the heck?" Mia let out.
Junu ran out, water dripping heavily from his clothes, visibly showcasing his small frame aside from black boxers which gave him at least some decency. Attempting to dry his hair while laughing. Even in his questionable attire, once he noticed the newcomers, the drunk boy respectfully bowed down, "Annyong."
