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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Jeon Junu
The fresh itchy uniform and hair parted like mother wanted made Junu's mood drop immediately. But seeing the green sign of freedom made his lips curl just a bit.
At least something of my decision.
The morning was pervaded with hope, he'd miss his parents at breakfast. When he closed his distance to the dining room, he noticed the satin slippers right away. Tightly and precisely aligned with the floor pattern.
No luck at my side, huh? Everything aligned as always.
Automatically Junu entered the dining room where their maid prepared a big feast as always. Fresh fruits, various jams, cold rice, eggs in every possible way and warm crusty bread smelling sweet always made his stomach ache.
I'm not even that hungry in the morning. Why are we wasting this much food?
"Explain it." The sharp voice of his mother cut the air from the opposite side of the table before he even sat down. The young son looked defiantly.
"What is there to explain?" his voice, emotionless like it was supposed to be at home.
"The hair." Her steel gray eyes pierced his.
Good old staring contest with tea in hand. Way to go. Not sharing many words with me, mother. Junu grinned in disgust. "It's nothing," he pushed.
I am not in the mood. All my life I have been an obedient good boy. I never get recognition for my accomplishments. For all the time I am silent. For once, I did something for myself and I got the "you are a peasant" voice.
"I'll make an appointment to get IT cut." Her coldness covered the room. He wondered why icicles didn't appear.
"I'll color it again." He stood his ground.
"I'll shave your head," she almost got emotional.
"I'll color my skin." He had fire in his eyes.
You are not taking this from me.
"Who did it to you? Do you have a "friend"?" she said the word with such contempt it made him shiver.
"I did it by myself. I do not get to make friends, do you remember? I have to work all the time," he hissed.
"Why did you ruin your hair then?" She was barely holding back her anger.
It was clear she found it filthy and despicable.
"It is my artistic expression. You wanted me to be an artist, did you not? Now you have to deal with it." He got up without even touching his food.
"You won't be eating?" she enquired, letting him have his defiant moment for today. She was shocked to see him talking back.
