To Find Something True

※ twenty-eight

Whizzing from the hairdryer faded. Jiah walked to the front, beaming approvingly at her boss. She stretched her body to place the hairdryer on the wheeled table and clapped heartily. She uttered, “My boss looks so handsome!” 

“It’s fire,” Seokjin said almost quietly, in awe of the visual in front of him.

The soft, crimson locks shone under the white light. The owner of the crimson head fluttered his eyes open as he stared at his reflection on the glass wall in front of him. Blurred, but clear enough to recognize that was him in red hair. Amazed, he never thought red hair would perfectly suit him.

“What did I say? Red suits you, right?” Jiah chirped. She swung her body from side to side. “Bejiwoo boss is such a hottie! The girls out there might hit on you,” she whispered.

Hoseok sucked his bottom lips, holding back the smile.

Jiah's finger snapped and he looked up. “Ah! Hoseok, you should let Wheein curl your hair like Yoongi’s. I think you will look perfect for the event.”

“Don’t you think that’s too much?” the – now–redhead boss asked.

“Nope. Trust me! Since red turns out good, curling your hair would make it perfect!" She said with two thumbs up. 

Seokjin praised, “You sure have an amazing imagination, Jiah. With a change in the hair, you turned a cow into an idol.”

Hoseok silently hissed a curse at him. 

“My father has a barber shop,” the woman said. “I read the magazines in the shop sometimes. I read a lot about hairstyles and tips.” 

“That clarified how neat and pretty your bun is,” Seokjin commented, smiling. “It looks cute on you,”

Almost unable to understand what the older man meant, she touched her hair's high bun. Bashfully guffawed, she waved a hand and said, “Aah! I learned to make it from YouTube.” Seokjin giggled with her. 

Hoseok had the urge to roll his eyes at the scene.

Footsteps from the corridor chimed through. Three of the occupants of the room turned to see Yoongi approaching. Both of his hands shoved into his favorite denim jacket pockets. His steps halted at the doorway, staring at Hoseok.

Nodding his head, his lips curved downwards. “Hmm, not bad,” he said. 

“Say something else. You’re fucking boring,” Seokjin spat.

Yoongi fired back. “You’re being ridiculous. Cranky. Low on sugar again?”

The oldest rolled his eyes and threw a glare.

Shifting his gaze to Jiah, Yoongi said, “Well done.” Then, he smiled at her.

“This boy certainly has nothing better than complimenting adults like kindergarteners,” the oldest one murmured, making Yoongi exhale a sigh with lips pursed tight.         

Staring at the older man as if he had done wrong, he nodded his head, lips still pursed. "I'm cooking ramen for you, hyung," the curly-crimped hair man said as he turned himself away to leave. 

Soon, a grin crept on Seokjin’s face. “Aww, that’s my brother! I love Min Yoongi!” 

“Go wait and sit down on a cactus,” Yoongi said, strangely calm.

“Well, of course, I’ll sit down and wait,” Seokjin said. “But why on a cactus?” 

Hoseok blinks several times at the oldest member of staff. Perhaps the day had wiped out his brain cells as he was low on sugar. Reluctantly, he said to Seokjin, “hyung… He meant… ‘fuck off’.”