Hongjoong scoffs as you run a hand through your messy curls. Man, your hair is pretty but it's hella untamed. Like a mane. A black, curly mane. He watches you, enamored by the sight. He's got a thing for mixed girls. You're mixed Latina and Korean. Mexican, to be specific.

"Yu-Mi, my dearest, why do you insist on not getting a haircut?" Hongjoong teases, leaning against the brick wall behind him.