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Chapter 12 - My Makeover Which I Quite Liked

Jeongin pov:

As I had promised my dear hyung, I visited him the next day. He was totally surprised like he didn't expect me. He must have really thought I gave up on him for the whole week I was in Busan.

Poor hyung. He really must have felt like I was his only friend. I was really glad that he even thought of me as a friend. Although I could pretty much tell that the previous doctors he had seen tried to be friends with him but he didn't accept any of them. I was just more persistant than any of them was. I felt honored, obviously with how he thought of me.

But feelings aside, I needed to start the therapies, treatments and the whatnots. I knew I had to start subtly with those since I could tell he was a bit sensitive with these kind of things. And yeah, I had pretty much heard from other doctors (Ahem, Chan hyung and Minho hyung, Ahem) that he threw a tantrum everytime they tried to give him the therapies.

Those unfortunate folks all started with it without even trying to be friends with him so . . . that was to be pretty much expected. At least, I knew it and started trying to be friends with him unlike them. But he would not like it if I totally started acting like only business stuff. The worst thing that could come out of that is him being cold to me again and not think of me as his friend anymore. And no, thanks, I certainly did not want to be hit with the Bible again.

I had to start subtly.

Anyways, we were currently at Junho's hair salon named 'Dainty Masterpiece' for some reason I would never know and Junho would never tell me either. And oh, I gave Seungmin hyung some of my clothes to wear since he couldn't exactly go out with hospital wear.

Currently, Seungmin hyung was getting his hair cut. He was in a private room with Junho. For some reason, Junho probably deemed that I was not fit to be with them, saying something absolutely rubbish like I would ruin the surprise or whatever nonsense he was spouting.

Seungmin pov:

"So Seungmin hyung, what kind of style do you want?" the hairdresser whom Jeongin told me was named Junho asked me. And apparently, he was younger than me too. He had a fairly successful salon at the age of 18. The way I felt so unaccomplished was right there in my guts.

"Any style that would suit me. I don't care."

He looked quite exasperated. "You need to care, hyung. But since you said 'I don't care'-" He turned the mirror in front of me backwards so that it was not facing me anymore. "-You're not allowed to stare at your reflection while I work."

"Okay, you're going terribly sketchy with this," I noted.

"It's my specialty, hyung," he said as he started trimming. "Do you want me to open a song for you? Because I feel like this is going to take some time."

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Pop? Country? Rock?" He asked, scrolling through his phone.

"As you wish."

"You said so, hyung. Don't regret it." Junho smiled at me before reaching over to click on a speaker nearby. An unfamiliar song (which was probably because I was literally in the hospital without any source of Internet) which was quite catchy and energizing filled the room.

"The name of the song?" I asked when the song ended since I really liked it.

"Shoot me."

"Huh?" I asked, feeling completely baffled. Why did he ask me to shoot him? And out of nowhere might I tell?

"It was 'Shoot me' by Day6," he clarified and I nodded which he was quick to smack me on my shoulder. "Stay still, hyung."

"Okay, geez. I really like that song although I've never heard of it or . . . Day6? Is that the boy band's name?"