CHAPTER SEVENTEEN |A pithy indication to flirt with me| JUNG HOSEOK

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I outstretched my hand to tap on her shoulder. "What do you think about him? He looks like a simple-minded man, a happy virus to absorb your sadness." I forced a laugh and glanced at him through the corner of my eyes, as he bounced to get the items for cutting her hair.

Molan, surprisingly uttered in positive, "Yeah. He doesn't look like a despot who would keep his wife under his thumb. At least, his face doesn't speak for it."

My heart was dancing inside my chest, maybe things were getting better from what I'd expected. Still, I didn't allow myself to shrivel up my seriousness, rather I turned the tables to gauge her interest. "Ah, I bet I'm super late to spot this guy for you. I hate my luck. Why is God so cruel to me?!"

She looked at me, sending confusing signals toward me.

"I mean, look, do you think by any chance will he be single? No way in a hell! I know. No girl will leave him for anybody else in her right mind." I slapped my forehead and tsked.

"There is a ninety-nine percent chance of him already being with someone. What can we do about that?" She was in a grand exalted mood as she shifted her attention from that completely and picked up a pamphlet from the table.

I darted at her only when her eyes didn't meet mine. I couldn't sit here and watch my dreamwork crumbling down like Parmesan from cheese shredder. "Hey, for that remaining one percent, why don't you try to open him up? About his job, or maybe if he actually has a girlfriend?" I asked, wonky-faced.

"Do you think I should do it?"

"Sometimes good fortune comes about in curious guise. Go for it!"

She nodded, devoid of any emotion.

No sooner had I closed my eyes to develop an idea of how to stop Hoseok from experimenting with his scissors on my sister's dear hair, he stood behind her.

Molan paid him a smile through the mirror and he returned it.

Hoseok fingers fumbled within the loops of his scissors. Nothing looked so professional about him. But, thankfully, only my pair of widened eyes could capture it. Later, when the scissors elevated near the tips of her hair, my breathing hitched. I constantly peeped at him to stop, think, and opt-out.

Damn, his flexed arms were going to create new dance moves, not to hold a pair of petty steel scissors. On cue, my mind blared as if it was like an alarm clock, I snapped my fingers at called for his attention. "Hey, what's is your name?"

He said in his with a huge grin. "Jung Hoseok."

"Oh, Hoseok, Hoseok whatever, the mint face pack that you applied on my face was so airy and fresh. I would want you to apply it on her face." I gave my best by pretending to look like a bossy customer, to not to let Molan pick at the fabricated plan.

"Ah. Mint face pack?" he went blank and his fingertips touched his lips.

I cocked my head, a saccharine smile hiding my infuriation. "Yeah . . . you applied it on my face a while ago and then I asked for the cucumber roundels, you gave it to me. I ate them." I snickered, turning my head to the side. "Give her the same treatment." I regained my serious composure.

"Oh, yes-yes. I do remember. Give me a minute more," Hoseok sneaked at her in a shy manner and once again vanished. It didn't take him much time because applying a face mask must be counted in his daily routine dirt cleansing process. After all the classes he took for all the age groups and thunderstorm dance practices.
My heart was at peace, but my mind was proding to find a beautician to help him in this task.

"This face pack will get inside your skin pores and remove the dirt stored like a teacher catching the student cheating in the test," he purred, rubbing his fingers gently around her forehead.

Unexpectedly, she giggled and popped a question, "Hoseok, what do you have to say on my skin? I think it's getting dried around my cheekbones. Do I have to change my skin products?"

He was running his fingers around her lips, being extra cautious of not hurting her then he went up on his toes. "I'll make a list of the best skin products for you. You can always share the results with me."

She managed to spoke, "But I don't have your number."

I unconsciously clutched the sides of the parlor chair and gaped at him. Bravo man!

He erred triumphantly, "Yeah, sure." He fixated the cool cucumbers on her closed lids and told, "Now I'm going for your hair. Just relax."

Hoseok tip-toed and a short-heightened hairdresser took charge from thereon. I stood next to him, who was looking dearly at her. He was falling in love, I supposed. I heaved a breath and didn't hinder his daydreaming. I thought the plan was smooth. Is there a need to pinch me? Yes, there is.

Even Molan had been showing keen interest in him, it was evident from the fact that despite wearing a face mask she kept on talking. "Since how long have you been working here?"

Hoseok looked at me, clueless.

I pushed him to stand behind the chair near that girl and respond to her from there. Then, I tugged at her shirt to whisper in his ear. "Two years."

"Ah, I'm working here for two years." He zoomed in near her ear to feed her with some secret details, "Although my boss's nature is compatible she hasn't paid me for two months. That's unacceptable, once should file a suit on her. But, that doesn't affect me because I don't run after money. I simply love my job───cutting my customer's hair. Just give me a miss call on my Uncle's phone, and I'll appear before your eyes with my lovely bubbly jhope's scissors."

"Jhope," she repeated his name with a tinge of sweetness. "Interesting. Okay, so you live with your Ucl──"

She was about to remove the cucumbers, I quickly shoved the girl and plopped on my parlor chair, Hoseok flashed a smile, showing Molan his scissors. "It's done!"

"Wow! Your hair looks so good." I boasted, facepalming.

Molan's cheeks turned dark pink and signaled him to remove her mask. He nodded in recognition and would have merely taken it off to her nose when a blaring sound blasted our ears.

"SIR! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?"

I glimpsed at a morose middle-aged woman walking up to Hoseok, she immediately knocked him in one corner and removed Molan's mask completely, tossing it in the bin. "Ma'am you may make the payment at the counter," she said politely.

Next, Nolan and I followed the lady assessing the pitiful staff.
"What is wrong with the rest of the workers here? How can you let Mr. Jung attend to a customer?" In the next moment, she joined her hands together as she faced Hoseok, whose smile vanished into a helpless frown. "Sir, next time please don't do it. If your sister got to know about it, she would have fired me along with others from their jobs."

Molan muttered under her breath, "He's a liar." She told me to go and sit in the car. I looked back twice, thrice bit Hoseok didn't look at me. Our connection seemed to have been buried in the deep pits of nothingness. After reaching the car, I was greeted by an exhausted but cheerful Taehyung.

"Hey, Hanuel. Did your plan work?"

I shook my head as it struck against the hard surface behind.

A/n

Hey, lovelies! I don't know what to say in the author's note. So, I would rather leave a question.

Who would you choose among BTS members to HOOKUP, MARRY, KILL (your bias wrecker you puts you in double mind haha)