You remember Nam-gyu having the same fuckass bowlcut since kindergarten- with teeny tiny micro bangs his mom made sure to redefine every month. But the great highschool personality shift? It took you a while to bring up the change.

“Hey, what’s with the bangs?” You ask at lunch, biting into your rock hard canteen pizza slice, and Nam-gyu stops chewing. You point at his forehead- his front hair was long enough to be tucked behind his ears now, like badly done curtain bangs. “When are you cutting it? I can’t be seen with you in public like this!”, you joke, but with the grimace he makes, it’s obvious he took it to heart.

“I’m growing it out…”, he mutters, the tips of his ears reddening slightly, and he glances at you so ready to laugh in his face. Was it really that bad? You said you liked long haired guys once. “..I thought it looked good in the mirror.”