Poten

Minho looks in the mirror and sees Oshora turn his head. Oshora, the funkyline's idol, was glaring, not the Oshora of the Youth Journal. I was showing off my makeup to the place where it was finished.

“Do my hair, too. ”

It seems to be the effect of Jay Kim that he hears voices.

“I'm single, so I don't have much to touch. ”

Oh, yeah?

If not, I was imaging the mannequin because of Jay Kim's magic skills. Because it was a natural and simple movement like flowing water, I thought I could follow the rest if I remember the 'sensation’.

‘A simple head would do. ’

The problem was that even the head of the galaxy thought of a custom style, but the real beauty work was nothing special. To Minho, who was calculating and exploring the possibilities, Oshora said as if he had begun to provoke him.

“Except what? You did a great job with the galaxy head. If you screw it up, you wash your hair and ask the staff to clean it up. ”

I was seduced by her last words.

“Shall we try it? ”

Minho stood behind Oshora and watched her fall short. This hair, soaking wet and calm, was the stone itself waiting for the designer's hand.

‘It's how you touch it. ’

Jewelry is worth every penny.

I already have a glowing hair image in my head. Although it could not be defined as a firm with a specific word, I thought it would be appropriate for Oshora's chic hairstyle to be revealed comfortably.

This is what it feels like!

“Here we go. Let's make some art. ”

“Yes, Teacher Kang! ”

Oshora looked at the mirror with an anticipated face.

Minho dared to sweep down the comb to clear Oshora's messy hair. Thinking of Jay Kim, I put my hands down like dancing...

Tuck.

“Ow!”

At the end, Oshora's head twists and twists back.

“Brother, take it easy. ”

“Thori, Thori. ”

Minho had just finished cleaning his hair by teasing the comb again, and he had a round comb and dryer in his hand as Jay Kim had just done. The curlers were simple, but this allowed for more detailed wave control.

"This way, this is how it was done, right? ’

I felt like the senses that touched the head of the West Galaxy were gradually reviving. Of course, it wasn't exactly the same. Excluding the power of cosmetics, current scissors and combs were the reason for having a high quality hair color compared to Jakeem's hairdresser.

Then I thought it was an excuse to take the good stuff with me without saying anything.

‘I have to talk to you later and apologize. ’

Despite his attachment, he didn't seem to be obsessed with the scissors while he was away. Like Casanova, who loved all of her. The expression of affection also resembled that of the rich.

The hair touching the warmth of the dryer gradually dries and forms. Unlike when brushing, Maze looked at the mirror with no complaint that Osso had touched it.

“Come on, brother. You're better than I thought.”

“Hehe, isn't that right? ”

The compliment shrugged my shoulders.

Drying my head took a while. Even though it's a short cut, it has to be rounded and closed every time, but its hands and eyes are hard to keep up with. That's why every time I give him a wave, he takes up less time.

“Yaaawn!”

At first, I closed my eyes because my eyelids became heavier even though I was watching closely.

Soon.

The water in Oshora's head is completely dry.

“Done... huh? ”

Minho stopped watching the shape of her head. I definitely did not make a mistake, but I had a different hairstyle than I imagined.

"It doesn't taste as good as I thought. ’

The waves were right, but it was not a TV star, but a typical style for singles who can be seen on the street. My hair was as dull as looking at Osora without makeup.

‘Oops, different person. ’

It was completely different from the galaxy, which was pretty no matter what hair I had. Oshora had her own custom hairstyle, which changed dramatically before and after makeup, but I didn't think of that.

Come back before you wake up! ’

Even though it looks like makeup, it's not trendy, but if it doesn't look like hair style, it's ruined.

Minho patted down the sprayer, tangled his head, and started working again. However, the results were not entirely clear.

“That's really weird. Why is it always funny? ”

Again!

I tried to concentrate, but no matter who saw this, it wasn't right.

“Phew. Ahhh! ”

Retry!

About 30 minutes ago.

Minho takes his hand off Oshora's head, looking worried. Even the stylist who was watching from behind met him with a vague look.

“… What do you think? ”

The stylist who was avoiding it as if it wasn't my responsibility shook his excited head. Then Oshora wakes up and avoids pretending to go to the bathroom.

It was because I knew her personality well that I knew what would happen when I opened my eyes. ‘Please call me later.’ I nodded my head and said hello.

“Phew.”

She was right to face her anger in the first place if she was going to embarrass her stylist sister.

Minho just called out to Osora, who was about to open her eyes.

“Hey, it's a conch. ”

“Hmm.”

“I'm done, but I think I better wash my hair first. ”

Something seems to have come a long way to get rid of the sprayer's moisture.

“I beg your pardon?”

Osora, who fell asleep, opened her eyes. And I saw myself reflected in the mirror.

“ ……. ”

A voluminous head that has been plunged into every wave. It was as if the lion of Savannah was rising up to meet the morning of the forest.

“This... profit! ”

“Dog, are you sure you have a personality? ”

Minho was making excuses, but this was just before the explosion, putting Osoraegi gasoline on it.

“Personality? Lots and lots!”

As she screams, she casts a frightening glare at the scene. I could see how sharp it was, like a needle in my eye.

“Brother, did our group run a funky firm called Funky Line? This is good for disco. Today's stage is a gastronomic performance where all rivals sharpen their swords! ”

I have sinned to death.

‘But I said I was doing well.... ’

Carefully, carefully, I saw Oshora's notice.

“Well, I can't really explain it, but I was aiming for something that wasn't too much. ”

“What a sight! I mean, this is just something I've always made! ”

“… sorry. ”

“Phew!”

Oshora bites his lips as he looks at his head for a long time, sighing deeply.

“Never mind. I'm a fool for asking. Where did you go? ”

I looked up Minho while looking for my stylist. I try hard, but it's a short time to lose my temper.

Minho froze away from her intense gaze. I looked at my hands for no reason. I had a clear feeling. I didn't make a mistake. Why did this happen?

‘I was sure I could do it well, but not enough 2%... or 20%?' ’

I thought it was too easy. Moreover, I didn't think Osora would be so upset and upset.

It was about time I reflected on the beauty of women too lightly.

“Conch!”

A member of the funky line entered the make-up room. Rounded, she sighs as if jumping in the hallway and says.

“The manager wants to leave an hour early because he thinks the car is going to be stopped... Hurry up! What's with the head? Did you decide to kill all the other groups today? ”

“G. Mouth. C. Water. D.”

“Hehe?! ”

The cold roar of Oshora caused a strange scream by Min Young, then quickly stopped his mouth. She was wearing thicker smokey makeup than usual and even Osora's head, so she was showing a very strong force like her sister.

“No, I didn't do anything wrong.... ”

“So?”

“Oh, no. My mistake, no matter what. I'm sorry."

In the atmosphere that I would have to buy some bread if I encountered him in the back alley, Min Si-young shrunk and muttered. Minho also kept coughing.

In the cold and uncomfortable silence, she only looked at the watch. Then I took up the courage.

“Well, but it's a conch. I have to go now...”

“Now?”

I nodded, noticing. Oshora shakes her head firmly at her swallowing.

“You're never going to get away with this. I'd rather go barefoot. ”

Osora rises from her seat. After a while, he glanced at the mirror. Her face becomes increasingly discouraged as she looks at herself in the mirror.

“What is this? What is this?”

She bites her lip, annoyingly muttering.

Minho saw Oshora's eyes getting moisturized. It's a face that's about to cry.

“Don't just wait for Chief Jay Kim. I'll do it right away. ”

Minho was really anxious because he felt weak and full of regrets. I wish I'd pulled over like I did a while ago.

‘I didn't think you'd be so sad about your hair. ’

I made a mistake too soon with a light temptation. Min Ho, who was really sorry, reflected deeply and tried to call his stylist. Then I had a flashing thought.

If you summon her, the Savior, you'll be able to fix that head. But what if it's Chief Jay Kim? I don't mean to be rude, but I think I'm a little better than my stylist sister.

Excuse me again! ’

I tried to write it after apologizing, but it was urgent, so I couldn't help it. I'll definitely repay you in some way later, so let's use it first.

Shah, Minho, who noticed, swiftly grabbed Jay Kim's scissors.

You hear a relaxed and loving voice in Oshora's ears.

“It's a conch.”

“Why!”

Savannah's lion roars in the mirror. What's so funny about making people look like this?

“Relax. Relax."

However, Minho, who held Jay Kim's scissors, was able to cope a little differently than before. The possibility of resuscitated cardiopulmonary resuscitation on that dreadful hair that was blocked. And only then did I confidently see Oshora.

Of course, the eyes of experts are different no matter what.

“Sit down again. I'll make it pretty. ”

“Come on, man! ”

“Nono!”

Tick, tick!

Min-ho grinned as she shouted with the scissors in her hand.

“You used to be too much of a bob pump, so I gave you a new feeling. You can braid the front in a bare braid and wax the sides to make it look really stylish to go with that dress. ”

Just before I shed a lot of tears, I looked at Minho as saying something professional. He was the same person as before, but he felt different.

From confidence in your face to relaxation. It's like, "This has been a joke. ’It seemed to me. Why does Director Jay Kim's playfulness overlap with his leisurely appearance?

You think I cheated twice? ’

I saw Min-ho's smile as she burned the heartbeat. Yeah, well, how far do we have to screw this up?

Osora bites her teeth tightly and says.

“Are you serious?"

“No Prablam, just trust me one more time. ”

That's Jay Kimmy.

Osora, who was thinking about it, decided.

“If you're making fun of me again, ”

Podchuck! I sharpened my teeth.

“I'm going to kill you. ”

“No, no problem. Hahaha!”

I didn't want to kill him, but I didn't want to see him again. After shouting like that, I sat down in a chair with a feeling that it would be as it is now.

Instead, I never touched my eyes this time. I stared at Minho with a clear look at how to stand up straight.

"Make a mistake, I swear I won't let you! Min-ho trembled with a violent look. Of course, this is just a playful gesture for Osora.

When I started, I was completely immersed in Jay Kim.

“So let's get started, shall we? ”

Minho immediately touched Oshora's head. I grabbed a handful of hair and carefully braided it down, and all the civilians who were watching me and Oshora who were staring at me opened their eyes wide.

I was surprised when I saw her for the first time, and I was surprised because she was different from before. It continued to be quick and natural.

“The front is frozen. ”

Open the wax lid and place your hands on Oshora's side head, full of empty Minho in both hands. The creation of the creature, the head that had spread along Minho's hand, sank into a moderate level of wavy head.

An angry investigator disappears from the mirror. It is a trick that transforms an animal into a human. As expected, you can build it however you want. This is a true pro!

“Ta-da! This is Miss Oh Style!”

Minho took his hands off and retreated.

The frontal hair is cute, but a unique yet non-stick style was created that coexisted as a whole with seductive beauty.

“Oh my God."

The mouth of Osora, who saw it in the mirror, couldn't help but open.

“Why the hell did you do that? ”

“Earlier? What happened? Huh... huh!? ”

Min-ho, who was about to say 'honey’ without even knowing it, quickly shook his head. I was too immersed in the image of Jay Kim.

I wiped off the scissors quickly and put them back in place. Now I'm really relieved.

“There's still 20 minutes left. Go have a cup of tea and get going. Anyway, are we good? Satisfied?”

Oshora, who was looking at his head and seeing him again and again, laughed.

“Brother.”

Osora wakes up from her seat calling Minho. Then came the sound. No, that's it. You don't think this is it?

“Hey, you said it was good. If you hit your brother, I'll report it right away...”

“Hold still. Show off your pride. ”

“Huh?"

Minho flinches his arm as he retreats.

"Ugh?"

He smiled widely toward the camera lens, Osora, who held out his hand in front of him. Minho also said, "Kim Chi ~" in a clumsy way.

Bang.

While Minho was dumbstruck to take a selfie with Oshora in Zola, Oshora manipulated her phone and posted the photo directly to the conversation room of the youth journal.

[This is Min-ho's hair!]

[Really?]

The first thing that came about was the rescue kite. Then, in a row, "Do it too, Min-ho! What are you two? We're very close. We work together! ’The same message followed.

‘What is this? ’

A little while ago, it was an active volcano just before it exploded, but now it has become a flower field with a fragrant blossom. Truly, it depends on the overwhelming nature.

Anyway, the situation seems to have ended well.

“What are you doing? Did I look weird? ”

“No, it's good. ”

She lowers her cell phone and points to her head. Every time I saw it earlier, it turned red like it was going to explode. This time, the more I looked at it, the more the flower blossomed.

“Thanks for the hair. But did you attend a beauty school before your debut? ”

“Just a little. How interested? Not great. ”

“Aye. I can't touch it, but I can see it. This cotton is amazing! ”

Min Si-young said, "Yes! ’I did.

“Min-ho. Can I do it next time, too? ”

I couldn't believe it. I was about to get a cold sweat, and you're asking me to do this again!

“Oh, no. ”

“Huh?”

“I'm a professional gamer. If you want me to teach you a game, I'll do whatever you want. ”

“Woo!”

Oshora laughed at the seduction of Min-siyoung.

“Hehe. Unlike you, I'm close to my brother. ”

“Ugh! Humiliating. ”

Although Ollie was Oshora, in the meantime, Minho was determined not to say that he would never style anyone.

“By the way, Min-ho looks like a real talent. What can't you do? ”

“From now on, cosmetics is an unconditional plan. ”

“Yes?”

Her cell phone rings as Oshora's clinging to the conversation.

[Conch! Then why don't you give me Min-ho's number? Let me meet him! Greedy, greedy.]

Oshora looks slightly frowned at the message of the newly arrived Queen Dowager. In Minho's gaze, he said, closing his cell phone.

“My brother did it for me. Everyone's freaking out. Ha-yeon keeps begging for her phone number. ”

I mean, don't we all know that when we're on one leg? ’

Minho thought of Gu Yeon, who was cute, and said without thinking.

“You can teach me. ”

“No.”

“Huh?"

After cutting like a knife at the end of Minho's words, Oshora felt awkward and quickly froze.

“How cute she is. I'll see you next week at the interview in the middle of the night. You only get a number when you're really interested because there's nothing good about each other. ”

“I'm interested...”

“Ah! We should get going. Si-young, you're late. Let's go!”

Oshora said, and hurriedly left the make-up room.

“Anyway, thanks, bro! I'll shoot you big later! ”

“Brother, I'll see you later! ”

“You said it was urgent!”

“Well, not so much. Ahhhh!”

It was a conch that was dragging her around.

Minho waved his hand and looked in the mirror. One corner, Osora's stylist sister looked at this trend as she looked at it.

“I've been waiting a long time, but you haven't called. How'd it go? How'd it go? ”

“Yes. The conch was nicer than I thought. ”

“That's strange. He's not like that...”

She tilted her head. Minho pointed to Jay Kim's scissors just in case.

“I used those scissors for a while. It's probably your favorite, but if you have anything to say, please let me know. ”

A stylist leaning in on Jay Kim's scissors.

“It's okay. You care about things, but you don't treat them right. If you carry it around, you might lose everything else here. I wonder if we'll look like you sometimes. ”

I thought Minho was lucky and forgot.

“I have a demo, can I ask you? ”

“Yes, of course. ”

As Minho sat on the chair, the make-up room was finally at peace. Minho closed his eyes for a moment, using the orderly sound of scissors as a lullaby.