You Don't Look... Bad

"Ahh, there you are.", Hajun greets me. This time, he's made Korean breakfast for us, which I don't really enjoy, but I don't want to admit that to him. Just the fact that he stopped cooking Western food for me is a major improvement. If we carry on this way, he might even consider me as a true Korean soon. "Feeling better?"

I offer him a small smile. "Yes. Thank you for the food."

"Mmh." He starts scanning my face, and suddenly, his eyes widen. "What the hell happened to your hair? Is that supposed to be pink? "

Here we go.

I try to act innocent and focus on my food. "I don't see what you're talking about, oppa. My hair is light brown as usual. Something must be wrong with your eyesight. The light in this apartment is so bad, don't you think?"

To that, he just lets out a deep scoff. "First of all, no, it's not. Don't blame my apartment for your stupidity. Stop trying to act innocent, Rose-ah. Why did you dye your hair?"

To spite you, you infuriating know-it-all.