Kwon Yuri would be considered wealthy under any other circumstances. But at Shinwa Academy, a school for rich kids, she's just a commoner. The academy has high expectations regarding wealth and appearance (not academics), which she lacks. Yet Yuri w...
I nodded, watching my reflection as one of Minhyuk's assistants worked on my hair. He was too busy getting ready himself to do my hair, and I didn't mind. I was just getting the roots touched up, along with voluminous curls and wispy bangs. My makeup was already done, youthful and glittery makeup with a red lipstick.
"They're meeting us at the school," I replied, "What about your dad?"
It was our graduation day. Wonho and I were going to lead the ceremony, which included some convoluted activities. But at least it would be my last day as acting "princess" of Shinwa Academy.
"He'll be there," Wonho muttered, "Probably late. But whatever."
Wonho decided to lighten his hair today. The process was going well. While my makeup was being done, another one of Minhyuk's assistants was applying bleach to his hair and toning it. Now that the hair was lightened to a perfect ashy brown, the assistant was now blowdrying and styling it.
"Parents suck," I laughed. Wonho agreed, nodding slightly.
We were getting along much better now. After the drama with Changkyun, something strange happened. Our bond was tested, I suspected it would break. But surprisingly, we've developed the same friendly relationship that we had in the past.
Although, now there was an added layer of...sexual tension? Maybe that was the right word of it. He would make me blush without even trying. Because, subconsciously, I knew what many of his former conquests said about him.
For the longest time, I saw him as a weirdo. Mostly because he was always up in my business with no reason. But now, I know him as some sort of adonis. It made it hard for me to act naturally around him.
Minhyuk walked out from the back of the salon, dressed immaculately. He had a stylish bedhead and looked like he stepped right off a runway. But that's the least I expect from him. He is practically a fairy godmother and model himself.
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"Glad things are going well," he said, surveying the work of his employees, "I would have preferred doing all of this myself," he pushed aside the girl working on my hair, checking the bounciness and adjusting some strands of my hair, "but there just wasn't any time."
He moved on to Wonho, "Of course this hair style suits you perfectly," he pat Wonho on the shoulder, "But, then again, everything suits you."
Wonho shook his head, chuckling, "I really appreciate you helping us out with this."
"I'm always ready to help out my friend, and whoever she's messing around with."
"Hey!" I interjected, turning red.
"Forget about me, you should get dressed now," Minhyuk pointed out, patting me on the shoulder, "I have your outfit and accessories in the back. I had to throw out the shoes you picked-"
