Misdirection

                                    

                                          
"Miss Jungsoon, hi there! I'm Brad." The stylist places his hands on either side of my shoulders. "What are we doing today, my beautiful babe?"
                          
"I don't really know," I laugh uncertainly as I look around at the boys, who are all sitting with bleach on their heads to remove their old hair colors. "I'm a doctor, so I can't have crazy hair like them."
                          
"Oh my God, are you British? Your accent is so cute!" Brad gushes, and I shake my head.
                          
"I went to school in England, so I learned English with their accent," I explain.
                          
"I love it!" Brad smiles and tilts his head. "Well, if I can't make your hair pink, I don't want to bleach it."
                          
"That sounds good to me," I sigh with relief, not wanting to have too crazy of a hair color when I leave here.
                          
"Maybe we can do something that shows off those gorgeous eyes of yours." Brad plays with my hair and arranges it with his hands a bit before asking. "How about we go a shade darker and add some bangs?"
                          
"I'm trusting you." I giggle, and he places a hand over his heart.
                          
"I won't let you down." He smiles and pulls a few bottles from the shelf next to me. "I'm going to whip up your color and then I'll be right back."
                          
He walks away and moments later returns with a bowl full of light brown cream and a brush. After sectioning my hair, he takes the first piece and begins to paint the color on. "So I know Charlotte is dating Namjoon, and are you Jin's girlfriend?"
                          
"What? No," I look at him via the mirror's reflection and blush. Jin has called me pretty, yes, but I know that he only sees me as a friend.
                          
"Oh girl, please, you two were holding hands when you walked in." Brad gives me a knowing smile, but I just laugh.
                          
"Oh no, Jungkook was the one holding my hand." I look over my shoulder at my brother, whose hair is almost completely covered in bleach by now. "He's my brother."
                          
"Okay fair, I always mix them up, but which one is staring at you right now?" Brad gestures towards the row of boys who are already done getting their hair painted in bleach, and I look over to see Seokjin amongst them. He smiles a goofy smile when he sees me looks at him, and I giggle and return it.
                          
"Ahhh he is Jin, and he's lovely." I smile again thinking about how sweet he is with me and my brother.
                          
"He's also totally gorgeous," Brad points out, and I laugh again. "He's not gay, by any chance?"
                          
"Sorry, but I think he likes girls." I wink at Brad and he shrugs.
                          
"And you, are you single?" Brad pushes.
                          
I steal a glance at Jimin, who is deep in conversation with my brother. "I'm very single."
                          
"Jungsoon, please, for me, just marry Jin and have gorgeous babies together." Brad pleads comically, and I just laugh out of not knowing what else to do. "Unless... you have your eye on someone else?"
                          
"Not anymore," I tell him, and he shrugs.
                          
"Fine, don't talk boys with me," Brad humphs and continues to coat my hair in the dye. "Just tells me about London. I'm dying to go someday."
                          
JIMIN
                          
Jagi, please, look at your phone
                          
As many times as I've subconsciously called out to Jungsoon, she has yet to even glance at her phone. I pull open my conversation with her and read over it again.