I headed over to Yeona's workplace, mask and bucket hat on so I wouldn't be recognised. 

I entered the shop which was fairly empty, save from a few other hairdressers. 

"Excuse me, is Park Yeona here?" I asked one of the workers. 

"She's in the locker room," the teenager said, barely looking up from her phone and blowing a bubble of pink gum. 

I followed the directions to the locker room, my gaze laying upon Yeona's slightly chubby face. 

"Yeona." 

"Bub? What are you doing here-" 

"What were you doing out with Jimin?" 

"What? When?" 

"Don't lie to me I saw the picture." 

"Picture? I don't know what you're- Oh that." 

"What? What's that?" 

"I was coming back from the grocery store and I bumped into him on the street. Then we went to get coffee and then we parted ways." 

"Is that so? Then why did he have his arm around you?" 

"He was just being friendly what's your problem?" 

"My problem is that my wife was seen being friendly with another man and not just any other man, one of my best fucking friends." 

"Are you fucking stupid? You think I would have an affair with Park fucking Jimin? Well listen here asshole, at least someone was there when I needed them!" 

"Oh, so you're gonna pull that card on me? Guess what? I have a job that requires a lot of  time-" 

"Yeah well guess what I need time, too. And also..." 

"What?" 

"Yeona? Is everything okay over here?" Seonmi's voice echoed in the space as she walked in, her rucksack over one shoulder. 

Yeona looked at me for a second, then slammed her locker shut. 

"Everything's fine," she said, as she walked right past me and into the salon.