(Jiyong's POV)
She touches her forehead.
"J-jiyong ah, why did you do that?"
I tilt my head.
"Yein....don't like?"
She looks down, her ears red.
"...not that I don't like it.....I was just surprised."
I grin.
"Hehe, SeolA told me!"
She looks at me with wide eyes.
"WHAT?!"
I flinch at her screaming.
She slams her hands on the desk.
"Tell me, what did SeolA tell you to do."
I gulp.
《Jiyong's memory of that day》
"Gamanee eet so!!!" She snaps.
(Gamanee eet so: means stay still)I stay as still as I could, but the snipping of the scissors made me feel uncomfortable and ticklish.
"You..done?"
"Shhh!" She snaps at me. I stay silent.
"By the way, my name's SeolA! Okay?"
"SeolA?" I say back.
She nods, as I see her reflection through the mirror.
"I don't know if i'll make much of a difference cutting your hair, because you're just naturally ugly-" she stops talking as she turns her chair towards her.
Her eyes grow wide.
"Holy! You're super handsome!!!!" She says squealing.
I tilt my head, confused.
She sighs, as she turns my chair back to the mirror.
"See for yourself."
As I look in the mirror, I saw someone that didn't look like me.
I growl, looking at the reflection, then I stop.
This....me?
I turn my head all directions, checking myself out.
SeolA puts on a smug smile.
"What i've just created is a MASTERPIECE!"
I whimper as she yells happily.
"This....make yein happy?" I ask her.
She nods rapidly.
"Of course!"
I finally smile.
Yein....happy....
"Oh! That's right!" She comes towards me, wiping her hands on her apron from washing her hands.
She leans close to my ear.
"Give yein a kiss on the forhead. That will make her really happy!"
My ears perk up.
Yein...really happy?
SeolA looks at me.
"Okay? You got it?"
I nod, happily.
She gives me a thumbs up.
"It's so rare to see yein in love..." she mutters to herself.
Love?
I pull on her apron.
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