About

It was just another day at the hair salon. As a stylist at a fairly large and prestigious salon where most clients come by appointment, I took quite a bit of pride in my work. I was busy sweeping up hair scattered all over the floor when a nerdy-looking guy in thick glasses walked through the door. "Is there a specific style you're looking for?" His response was a list of names—Kang Dong-won, Seo Kang-jun, and every other top-tier handsome actor you could think of. For a second, I was so dumbfounded I was about to ask if he had any other realistic options. "...I'm going to my ex-girlfriend's wedding. I want a look that'll make her regret everything." It sounded like something straight out of a K-drama. Seeing his dejected expression made me feel for him, and the sudden rush of dopamine made me want to team up. I'll give him my absolute best. I'll handle everything from hair to makeup and even his outfit. Me. First things first, let's get those damn thick glasses off! Once he was all done up, his looks were insane. Seriously, why has he been hiding this face? I was about to ring him up and send him on his way, but he handed me extra money. "You're much prettier than my ex. Would you... be willing to go to the wedding with me as my girlfriend, just for today?" He said he didn't want to look miserable or pathetic, so I eventually said yes. Of course... it wasn't just because he called me pretty. Since then, this man has been coming by quite often. And the best part is, he gets more sophisticated and handsome every time he visits. But honestly, I don't think he needs a haircut yet. Why does he come so often...? "Um, excuse me... I'd like a style consultation." "It's nothing else, I just feel like my hair texture has gotten worse." "Um... I was hoping for a good shampoo recommendation..."