i am currently checking my phone since i don't have an actual map right?
google really knows all the nooks and crannies of this country.
i asked a couple who was flirting at the bench for directions and of course, the girl rolled her eyes at me.

duh?

why would i even try to seduce that roach of a boyfriend you have! the nerve. the roach then pointed at the cute salon and i nodded and said my thanks because my parents taught me the right conduct. why not make it of good use right? lol.

shit. why did it just sink in? i don't want to dye my hair to black.

i stared at the retro-ish sign and titled my head.
" omelas "
hmmm, cute.

" oi, why are you just standing there? "

i snapped my head and looked at the direction where the voice came from.
and oh yes.
officer min stood in his glory, wearing a loose white shirt and bleached ripped jeans, paired with flipflops. AGJHHHHH

HE LOOKED ADORABLE. HE EVEN TILTED HIS HEAD.

okay.

i raised my right eyebrow and smirked after facing the fine lad.

" you're also standing in front of the salon, mister. "

he neared my figure and of course, me being me. i asked him this question that already has an obvious answer.

" what are we doing here, yoongi? don' fucking tell me- "

" one. don't curse when you're with me. and number two. we're here to complete our first task. haven't you solved the puzzle by now? salon? hair? ms. kim we're here because i need to trim my hair and for you-"

i didn't even bother to finish his sentence.

" to dye your hair, black. "

three seconds was all that i needed to explode.

3

2

1

i heard the bell signifying that he already entered the place.

"what the actual fu-"

i sighed, anything for you, yoongi.

goodbye to my first escape then.

1-0

yoongi wins the first round.