Boys Over Flowers: How It Should Have Ended Part3 (The Return)

Chapter 16

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." - Emily Bronte

Chapter 16

The display on the window of the flower shop caught Ji Hoo's eye as he walked by. Smack in the center of the display was a massive bouquet containing red roses and pink lotus flowers. Ji Hoo counted at least 40 blooms before he decided to go in and take a closer look.

He knew he promised Jan Di he would only get her flowers on special occasions, but he couldn't resist buying the bouquet, knowing how much she would love it.

He passed by Jun Pyo's house on his way home. His friend stood outside, arms crossed, brows in a deep V, with his back against his car. He huffed, got into his car, and then slammed the door so loud it rattled Ji Hoo's car as he drove in.

"Going somewhere?" Ji Hoo called out, as he parked right beside Jun Pyo's vehicle.

"It's getting stuffy in there." Jun Pyo gestured back to his house. "I'm going out to get my hair done."

"Where to?"

"Gangnam."

"Ah. I see." Ji Hoo knew Jun Pyo and Jae Kyung were heading back to New York in a few days. He didn't know when his friend would be back in Seoul. Jae Kyung would be coming to the wedding, but Jun Pyo hadn't said anything about it. "Send me the address and I'll follow you in a bit."

Jun Pyo gaped at him. "You want to watch me get my hair done?"

"Why not?" He knew he had time to hang out with Jun Pyo before he had to pick Jan Di up from work.

Jun Pyo shrugged. "Whatever suits you." He took out his phone and clicked a few keys.

"See you in a bit." Ji Hoo called out, as Jun Pyo drove away.

He would have gone with Jun Pyo right then, but he didn't want to leave the flowers in the car for several hours. His plan was to drop it off at his house, ask Mrs. Si to make sure it didn't die, then head off to wherever Jun Pyo was.

He arrived in Gangnam 45 minutes later to find Jun Pyo sitting inside a small, private salon that he never would have found had Jun Pyo not sent his exact location to him. His always present men-in-black were nowhere to be seen. He knew they were lurking somewhere. Jun Pyo sometimes asked them to forgo the black suits for regular clothing when he went out so as not to draw too much attention to himself. Ji Hoo assumed that was the case there.

This was Gangnam after all, where the rich were in abundant supply. Most of them walked around without guards of any kind.

Parking was scarce near the salon, so Ji Hoo had to park four blocks away. He didn't mind the walk. It was chilly out, and he was glad he wore his long wool overcoat.

The salon had seen better days - the sign at the top of the door was faded, and the exterior was pockmarked with stains. Inside it was small, but at least clean. It wasn't decked out in expensive furniture, either. Ji Hoo concluded there was nothing remarkable about Sunny's Hair Salon.

"You're a billionaire and you go and get your hair done at a place like this?" He teased Jun Pyo.

Jun Pyo snorted. "Look at you talk. You have lots of money and you cut your own hair."

He was right. "I don't like other people touching my hair."

Jun Pyo considered that for a moment. "I guess." His eyes swept the small salon. "I like the hairdresser here. Rather than have him come to my house, I thought I'd get some fresh air. Who knows when I'll be back here again?"