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Today was Jaehoo's birthday, and Goon Joon-Pyo was not successful at confirming his suspicions on Jan Di... His suspicions of her that she did, in fact, like him like every other person he knew. It was definitely impossible that she could not be attracted to him. Everybody liked him! Even some men. (Except his mother. She hated him, kinda.) But him and Mr. Hair weren't fooled.

His beautiful hair of dimension and density, it has always been with Goon since the very beginning, and always knew best. He remembered how it happened:

Goon was only four-years-old when his father bought a nuclear plant, and let him play around in it with his Korean Hulk plushy. He had wondered off into a dangerous, unauthorized area and saw it: a glowing pool of nuclear waste, sitting in front of him in the dimly lighted area.

He glanced at his Hulk toy, and began to grin slowly. Bruce Banner fell into nuclear waste before he became the Incredible Hulk. This was very exciting! He could be a super hero! Then his step-father won't beat him and make him wear pink dresses when he's angry anymore! Without hesitating, Jyon-Pyo jumped in before the four-year-old could rationally think(Ha, kidding, they never think rationally).

A few days later, Goon had woke up in a hospital somewhere in Taiwan.

A young doctor who was in the room approached his bed side with a clip board, and smiled friendly-like at the boy. "Hello, Goon Jyo-Pyo. You were transferred to our facilities in Taiwan because your parents decided that with the complications of your condition, you wouldn't receive full results if you weren't attended by one of the best hospitals in Asia. This is the radiation unit at National Taiwan University Hospital. I'm your doctor, Dr. Weng. I promise to take good care of you."

Four-year-old Goon frowned. He spoke Korean with a horrible accent. He tiredly looked at his skin, trying to see if his skin particles were effected by the nuclear waste. He couldn't see anything, so he innocently glanced at Doctor Weng. "Do... Do I have any super powers, mister doctor sir?" He had really hoped so. He had wondered what type of power he could have after all of this.

Doctor Weng laughed, and shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. It's fortunate that you do not have any permanent side effects from slipping into those chemicals, but it'll probably take a year of therapy to make your body completely okay. We will still need to take tests over the years to make sure that you don't develop any type of cancer."

After Joon-Pyo heard the news that he in fact did not get super powers, it was like a blow to his stomach. Even nuclear waste wouldn't make him like The Hulk. He immediately decided that he wasn't going to like The Hulk anymore, since all of the comics have obviously lied to him. Goon snorted and rolled his eyes to the man, and shrugged. "Whatever. Turn the TV on, stupid."

Doctor Weng blinked a couple of times. He had heard that Goon Jyo-Pyo was a polite boy. This was unusual... Maybe he was suddenly turned off by the bad news? Doctor Weng understood. Some patients reacted differently to bad news. He was only a little boy. Doctor Weng sighed, but he nodded at Goon and walked over the television set. He clicked the "ON" button, and started to change the channels to the local children's channels.

Although probably in English or Mandarin, Weng could put Korean subtitles. He found The Justice League in English on the Taiwanese Cartoon Network Channel, and he picked up the remote near the set. "Is this good?" He asked, switching the subtitles from Traditional Chinese to Korean. Goon looked at the screen, and recognized the characters: Wonder Woman, Batman, the Flash, and the Green Lantern. He scowled and quickly shook his head.

"No... Change it to Rugrats, not this crap." The four-year-old said with a dead-panned tone, and Weng quickly changed it to what he requested. "You can go now, but send a nurse within 15 minutes. I would like a warm meal, and nothing cheap. Hint, hint: I'm in the mood for lobster." Jyon-Pyo told him flatly and pretty coldly for a toddler, but Weng liked his job more than normal logic, so he promptly left after that.

Fifteen minutes later, Goon did get his lobster. He was watching cartoons when something strange happened.

'Hey.... k-kid. Hey, can you hear me? Oi!'

Goon jerked his head towards the door, but nobody was there. He blinked a couple for a while, and then he glanced at the curtains inside of his room. He was not supposed to be sharing a room with another stupid patients, since he preferred his own, private hospital room. Was another person there? And if they were there, they dared to disrupt him? Heck no. Not to him. Not to The Goon Jyon-Pyo.

He set his lobster down on a tray next to his hospital table, and he glared at the curtains. He sat up straighter than he already did, his eyes never leaving the fabric. He cleared his throat. "Who's there? If you don't have big tits, I want you to leave! Like, now!"

'No. Don't talk to me like that! T... That's disrespectful of you, you little brat. Ugh... I feel so numb.'

Goon heard loud, tired groaning somewhere, but not aloud. Feeling a bit alarmed, he looked up to the ceiling, eyes wide. "Are you in the air vent?! Get out now, get out before I call security, you crazy person!" He yelled, grabbing his pillow and moving backwards into his bed. His body was sore from his accident, but it wasn't too hard for him to move. He whirled his head around the room, trying to pinpoint where the person was in the ceiling.

'Be quiet! Now! I'm not anywhere... Except maybe on you, and in you.'

Goon clutched his pillow tighter, and he felt his eyes get watery. This was starting to really freak him out! He wished his butler was here because he always knew what to do. His butler did everything: Hired Mexican maids from America, fired Mexican maids, got him dressed, bought him expensive, $500,000 toys, made him lobster, made his parents talk to him everyday, ETC... But he didn't understand this. Goon stared down at his bed sheets, finding it hard to think. "What does that mean?"

'I'm part of you now. I think... No, I believe I own you now. You, and your entire body.'

Good dropped the pillow, and began to cry. "W-What?! I don't want that! No! Give it back! Give it back now!"

'No. I own you. You will not deny me. You are mine. Do you understand, brat?! I can compromise with you, though... I obviously need a human host to live; especially now that I've developed from the mix of bacteria in your body and the nuclear chemicals, I really doubt that I can be removed without destroying you in the process.' When Goon heard this, he was confused. Things were going so fast. Something inside of him was speaking to him, somewhere, and he couldn't get rid of him. It scared him. He didn't want this. He wanted the voice to go away.

He carefully picked the pillow up again from the bed, and he stared into space since he didn't know who he was talking to. "T-Then... What do we do?!"

'How's this: I'm an intelligent life force, yes? If you ever desire anything that requires complicated planning... I will always aid you. Popularity, friends, good grades, semi-caring parents for an obviously retard child? Yes. I can give you all these things and more. What do you say?'

Goon thought about it. A talking voice that will give him anything, or possible death? Goon nodded slowly, still not knowing who or what he was talking to. "O... Okay! Fine! But... Where are you?" Jyon-Pyo asked in wonder, looking from his toes to his skin to his shirt. He couldn't really tell.

'Get up and look into the bathroom window.'

He was about to obey and get up like the voice told him, but he stopped mid-rise. "Um... Won't I get a disease if I touch anything in a hospital bathroom?" Goon asked, suddenly afraid of getting a disgusting STD or whatever from the germs in the hospital. The voice laughed, and Goon became embarrassed. M-Maybe not. Whatever! Joon-Pyo got off his hospital bed and walked towards the hospital bathroom. He quickly entered and fumbled for the restroom lights. When he managed to find them and turn them on, he looked at himself in the mirror.

All of the strands in his hair particles were standing up in perfect formation, sticking up and forming its own beautiful, curly ocean of black and brown. He stared at his pale head in shock, staring at the man... er, boy, in the mirror. It was his hair. His hair. He instantly knew that his hair controlled him now, and it will forever follow his whims to the ends of his locks and time.

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The sixteen-year-old Goon Joon-Pyo sat around in a pool chair near the poolside, obviously scowling. He rolled his eyes to Mr. Hair, but to anybody else, it would be to the skies. He snorted to himself. "Nothing's working..." He muttered, not getting why Jan Di won't admit anything to him. Even worst, the hair that controlled his body and now his mind(Sometimes) was barely helping him. Mr. Hair called it "training to be completely dependent," but Goon didn't need this crap! "You're useless, you know that?" He told seemingly himself.

'No, I'm not useless. I need to teach you to not be so damn lazy! I have given everything to you, but you need to function like a normal person sometimes! Think on your own sometimes, brat. I will not help you with this.'

"That isn't our deal, though!" He said, flicking a strand out of his forehead, feeling annoyed.

'Oi! Don't flick at me! Just because you're my host doesn't mean I will do everything for you. Besides! Haven't you seen the health of me lately? I'm going a bit dry... I think I'm getting older. Or maybe you switched shampoos again.'

His scowl deepened, and he crossed his arms. "Yes, I have, actually! 'Cause the one you suggested was horrible! Everybody said I smelled like a girl." His hair was annoyed. Didn't he understand that it doesn't really matter when you have a fucking head of hair actually living on your body?! Goddammit.

"I won't change it back unless you help me out!" Goon declared, and his hair, knowing exactly how stubborn his host was, he decided to comply... But desperate times called for desperate measures. His hair had felt a changed force in the atmosphere, and felt a familiar figure walk outside of the dinner party place and towards the pool side.

'Fine. Get up. Now. Quickly, right now.'

Goon grinned at this, but he obeyed, and rushed up from his pool chair. He had to listen to Mr. Hair because he was always right. He was the perfect planner. He was very exceptional at calculating things, his hair was. Maybe it has improved, even, over the years. Him and Mister Hair were growing a special bond, working together easier as his life went on, and becoming more and more like one. It was really strange.

'Now go towards the pool. I need you to jump into the pool when I tell you to.'

He was horrified. His clothes were too nice to get soaked in water. Besides, his hair gets weak when it's wet... He tried to object to this. "But...!"

'You probably do not have enough time to save your iPhone and other expensive devices. Sorry. Will you obey me or not?! Now... I need you to lean towards the pool slowly, alright?' Goon Joon-Pyo grumpily complied, and began to slowly lean into the pool indeed. 'In exactly four seconds, you need to convincingly fall into the pool. Four... Three... Two... Go... Now!'

Joon-Pyo fell into the pool, feeling the rush of water fill his ears and eyes and body. The moment his hair got soaked, Joon-Pyo instantly felt weak. He tried to get up, but something was pushing him down. It wasn't a person, but some unusual force... Wait, was his hair pushing him down?! Freaking out, Joon-Pyo began to flap his arms wildly, wishing that he could verbally express his his apologies for ever insulting Mister Hair.

'Yes, drown, drown, drown! Ha ha ha!'

About twenty seconds later, he felt a light body grab him and his flapping, wild swimming. The light body somehow managed to pull him towards the deck, and... roll his body onto the deck? Ugh... He felt like groaning, but then he heard Jan Di's sweet, soft voice... She was concerned, and calling for help. He would have smiled at this, but he remained like he was, trying hard to look like he was unconscious. He heard people as they began to rush outside from the party now, trying to see what the commotion was.

A few seconds after his friends and the guests approached Jan Di and Goon Joon-Pyo, they all stared at each other dramatically for a few moments. Joon waited for Jan Di to give him CPR... Or at least somebody to offer so that he could bail on all of this. But no... Nobody offered to perform CPR for a couple of minutes as they stared at each other. ...Geez, did people really not want to be near him that badly? Then he heard Jan Di speak:

"Um... I know CPR. Here..." She whispered to his friends or mostly to himself, and began to approach him closer. Joon-Pyo felt her wet body lean against his own, and he waited for her breathlessly... She pinched his nose before opening his mouth open, and she hesitatingly put her mouth against his. She only gave one puff of air before Joon-Pyo couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her arms, forcing her against him closer, and startled, Jan Di tried to scramble away from the melodramatic liar-pants.

Joon-Pyo didn't care. "N... No!" Jan Di exclaimed, and Yijeong began to laugh at his friend. Jaehoo began to chuckle too along with his other friend, and the crowd just watched the scene, frozen and very puzzled. Well, they did understand one thing: Why the girl didn't want to kiss him. Oh Asian lordo. He should be lucky he was getting CPR, man... The crowd began to walk back towards the dinner party, shaking their heads and wondering why everybody here was so crazy.

The pottery-enthusiast watched his friend's antics, grinning along with Woo-Bin. "Very amusing birthday, yeah?" Yijeong asked Jaehoo, but he just smiled at him. He was still sad. The model woman he cared about didn't want him or his pancakes... His friends turned their backs to him to watch Jan Di push Joon-Pyo off and run, and Jaehoo sighed. Oh, damn it all. He smiled hungrily at his friends. Oh, how great they would taste with maple syrup...

Eat, eat, eat....

An older woman tapped Jaehoo's shoulder, giving him a small, reluctant smile. "Jaehoo? Can I talk to you please?" Seo-Hyun asked, nodding back at the hotel building. Jaehoo froze, and quickly regained control of himself. He will not let his Hunger get the best of him. He gave a quick glance at Jan-Di as she ran from Joon-Pyo, and turned to the older woman. He nodded in affirmation at Seo-Hyun, and walked inside with her, his eyes leering at his friend's distracted backs.

He could do nothing today, yes, but there was always tomorrow.

Fin.

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Today was Jaehoo's birthday, and Goon Joon-Pyo was not successful at confirming his suspicions on Jan Di... His suspicions of her that she did, in fact, like him like every other person he knew. It was definitely impossible that she could not be attracted to him. Everybody liked him! Even some men. (Except his mother. She hated him, kinda.) But him and Mr. Hair weren't fooled.

His beautiful hair of dimension and density, it has always been with Goon since the very beginning, and always knew best. He remembered how it happened:

Goon was only four-years-old when his father bought a nuclear plant, and let him play around in it with his Korean Hulk plushy. He had wondered off into a dangerous, unauthorized area and saw it: a glowing pool of nuclear waste, sitting in front of him in the dimly lighted area.

He glanced at his Hulk toy, and began to grin slowly. Bruce Banner fell into nuclear waste before he became the Incredible Hulk. This was very exciting! He could be a super hero! Then his step-father won't beat him and make him wear pink dresses when he's angry anymore! Without hesitating, Jyon-Pyo jumped in before the four-year-old could rationally think(Ha, kidding, they never think rationally).

A few days later, Goon had woke up in a hospital somewhere in Taiwan.

A young doctor who was in the room approached his bed side with a clip board, and smiled friendly-like at the boy. "Hello, Goon Jyo-Pyo. You were transferred to our facilities in Taiwan because your parents decided that with the complications of your condition, you wouldn't receive full results if you weren't attended by one of the best hospitals in Asia. This is the radiation unit at National Taiwan University Hospital. I'm your doctor, Dr. Weng. I promise to take good care of you."

Four-year-old Goon frowned. He spoke Korean with a horrible accent. He tiredly looked at his skin, trying to see if his skin particles were effected by the nuclear waste. He couldn't see anything, so he innocently glanced at Doctor Weng. "Do... Do I have any super powers, mister doctor sir?" He had really hoped so. He had wondered what type of power he could have after all of this.

Doctor Weng laughed, and shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. It's fortunate that you do not have any permanent side effects from slipping into those chemicals, but it'll probably take a year of therapy to make your body completely okay. We will still need to take tests over the years to make sure that you don't develop any type of cancer."

After Joon-Pyo heard the news that he in fact did not get super powers, it was like a blow to his stomach. Even nuclear waste wouldn't make him like The Hulk. He immediately decided that he wasn't going to like The Hulk anymore, since all of the comics have obviously lied to him. Goon snorted and rolled his eyes to the man, and shrugged. "Whatever. Turn the TV on, stupid."

Doctor Weng blinked a couple of times. He had heard that Goon Jyo-Pyo was a polite boy. This was unusual... Maybe he was suddenly turned off by the bad news? Doctor Weng understood. Some patients reacted differently to bad news. He was only a little boy. Doctor Weng sighed, but he nodded at Goon and walked over the television set. He clicked the "ON" button, and started to change the channels to the local children's channels.

Although probably in English or Mandarin, Weng could put Korean subtitles. He found The Justice League in English on the Taiwanese Cartoon Network Channel, and he picked up the remote near the set. "Is this good?" He asked, switching the subtitles from Traditional Chinese to Korean. Goon looked at the screen, and recognized the characters: Wonder Woman, Batman, the Flash, and the Green Lantern. He scowled and quickly shook his head.

"No... Change it to Rugrats, not this crap." The four-year-old said with a dead-panned tone, and Weng quickly changed it to what he requested. "You can go now, but send a nurse within 15 minutes. I would like a warm meal, and nothing cheap. Hint, hint: I'm in the mood for lobster." Jyon-Pyo told him flatly and pretty coldly for a toddler, but Weng liked his job more than normal logic, so he promptly left after that.

Fifteen minutes later, Goon did get his lobster. He was watching cartoons when something strange happened.

'Hey.... k-kid. Hey, can you hear me? Oi!'

Goon jerked his head towards the door, but nobody was there. He blinked a couple for a while, and then he glanced at the curtains inside of his room. He was not supposed to be sharing a room with another stupid patients, since he preferred his own, private hospital room. Was another person there? And if they were there, they dared to disrupt him? Heck no. Not to him. Not to The Goon Jyon-Pyo.

He set his lobster down on a tray next to his hospital table, and he glared at the curtains. He sat up straighter than he already did, his eyes never leaving the fabric. He cleared his throat. "Who's there? If you don't have big tits, I want you to leave! Like, now!"

'No. Don't talk to me like that! T... That's disrespectful of you, you little brat. Ugh... I feel so numb.'

Goon heard loud, tired groaning somewhere, but not aloud. Feeling a bit alarmed, he looked up to the ceiling, eyes wide. "Are you in the air vent?! Get out now, get out before I call security, you crazy person!" He yelled, grabbing his pillow and moving backwards into his bed. His body was sore from his accident, but it wasn't too hard for him to move. He whirled his head around the room, trying to pinpoint where the person was in the ceiling.

'Be quiet! Now! I'm not anywhere... Except maybe on you, and in you.'

Goon clutched his pillow tighter, and he felt his eyes get watery. This was starting to really freak him out! He wished his butler was here because he always knew what to do. His butler did everything: Hired Mexican maids from America, fired Mexican maids, got him dressed, bought him expensive, $500,000 toys, made him lobster, made his parents talk to him everyday, ETC... But he didn't understand this. Goon stared down at his bed sheets, finding it hard to think. "What does that mean?"

'I'm part of you now. I think... No, I believe I own you now. You, and your entire body.'

Good dropped the pillow, and began to cry. "W-What?! I don't want that! No! Give it back! Give it back now!"

'No. I own you. You will not deny me. You are mine. Do you understand, brat?! I can compromise with you, though... I obviously need a human host to live; especially now that I've developed from the mix of bacteria in your body and the nuclear chemicals, I really doubt that I can be removed without destroying you in the process.' When Goon heard this, he was confused. Things were going so fast. Something inside of him was speaking to him, somewhere, and he couldn't get rid of him. It scared him. He didn't want this. He wanted the voice to go away.

He carefully picked the pillow up again from the bed, and he stared into space since he didn't know who he was talking to. "T-Then... What do we do?!"

'How's this: I'm an intelligent life force, yes? If you ever desire anything that requires complicated planning... I will always aid you. Popularity, friends, good grades, semi-caring parents for an obviously retard child? Yes. I can give you all these things and more. What do you say?'

Goon thought about it. A talking voice that will give him anything, or possible death? Goon nodded slowly, still not knowing who or what he was talking to. "O... Okay! Fine! But... Where are you?" Jyon-Pyo asked in wonder, looking from his toes to his skin to his shirt. He couldn't really tell.

'Get up and look into the bathroom window.'

He was about to obey and get up like the voice told him, but he stopped mid-rise. "Um... Won't I get a disease if I touch anything in a hospital bathroom?" Goon asked, suddenly afraid of getting a disgusting STD or whatever from the germs in the hospital. The voice laughed, and Goon became embarrassed. M-Maybe not. Whatever! Joon-Pyo got off his hospital bed and walked towards the hospital bathroom. He quickly entered and fumbled for the restroom lights. When he managed to find them and turn them on, he looked at himself in the mirror.

All of the strands in his hair particles were standing up in perfect formation, sticking up and forming its own beautiful, curly ocean of black and brown. He stared at his pale head in shock, staring at the man... er, boy, in the mirror. It was his hair. His hair. He instantly knew that his hair controlled him now, and it will forever follow his whims to the ends of his locks and time.

___________________________

The sixteen-year-old Goon Joon-Pyo sat around in a pool chair near the poolside, obviously scowling. He rolled his eyes to Mr. Hair, but to anybody else, it would be to the skies. He snorted to himself. "Nothing's working..." He muttered, not getting why Jan Di won't admit anything to him. Even worst, the hair that controlled his body and now his mind(Sometimes) was barely helping him. Mr. Hair called it "training to be completely dependent," but Goon didn't need this crap! "You're useless, you know that?" He told seemingly himself.

'No, I'm not useless. I need to teach you to not be so damn lazy! I have given everything to you, but you need to function like a normal person sometimes! Think on your own sometimes, brat. I will not help you with this.'

"That isn't our deal, though!" He said, flicking a strand out of his forehead, feeling annoyed.

'Oi! Don't flick at me! Just because you're my host doesn't mean I will do everything for you. Besides! Haven't you seen the health of me lately? I'm going a bit dry... I think I'm getting older. Or maybe you switched shampoos again.'

His scowl deepened, and he crossed his arms. "Yes, I have, actually! 'Cause the one you suggested was horrible! Everybody said I smelled like a girl." His hair was annoyed. Didn't he understand that it doesn't really matter when you have a fucking head of hair actually living on your body?! Goddammit.

"I won't change it back unless you help me out!" Goon declared, and his hair, knowing exactly how stubborn his host was, he decided to comply... But desperate times called for desperate measures. His hair had felt a changed force in the atmosphere, and felt a familiar figure walk outside of the dinner party place and towards the pool side.

'Fine. Get up. Now. Quickly, right now.'

Goon grinned at this, but he obeyed, and rushed up from his pool chair. He had to listen to Mr. Hair because he was always right. He was the perfect planner. He was very exceptional at calculating things, his hair was. Maybe it has improved, even, over the years. Him and Mister Hair were growing a special bond, working together easier as his life went on, and becoming more and more like one. It was really strange.

'Now go towards the pool. I need you to jump into the pool when I tell you to.'

He was horrified. His clothes were too nice to get soaked in water. Besides, his hair gets weak when it's wet... He tried to object to this. "But...!"

'You probably do not have enough time to save your iPhone and other expensive devices. Sorry. Will you obey me or not?! Now... I need you to lean towards the pool slowly, alright?' Goon Joon-Pyo grumpily complied, and began to slowly lean into the pool indeed. 'In exactly four seconds, you need to convincingly fall into the pool. Four... Three... Two... Go... Now!'

Joon-Pyo fell into the pool, feeling the rush of water fill his ears and eyes and body. The moment his hair got soaked, Joon-Pyo instantly felt weak. He tried to get up, but something was pushing him down. It wasn't a person, but some unusual force... Wait, was his hair pushing him down?! Freaking out, Joon-Pyo began to flap his arms wildly, wishing that he could verbally express his his apologies for ever insulting Mister Hair.

'Yes, drown, drown, drown! Ha ha ha!'

About twenty seconds later, he felt a light body grab him and his flapping, wild swimming. The light body somehow managed to pull him towards the deck, and... roll his body onto the deck? Ugh... He felt like groaning, but then he heard Jan Di's sweet, soft voice... She was concerned, and calling for help. He would have smiled at this, but he remained like he was, trying hard to look like he was unconscious. He heard people as they began to rush outside from the party now, trying to see what the commotion was.

A few seconds after his friends and the guests approached Jan Di and Goon Joon-Pyo, they all stared at each other dramatically for a few moments. Joon waited for Jan Di to give him CPR... Or at least somebody to offer so that he could bail on all of this. But no... Nobody offered to perform CPR for a couple of minutes as they stared at each other. ...Geez, did people really not want to be near him that badly? Then he heard Jan Di speak:

"Um... I know CPR. Here..." She whispered to his friends or mostly to himself, and began to approach him closer. Joon-Pyo felt her wet body lean against his own, and he waited for her breathlessly... She pinched his nose before opening his mouth open, and she hesitatingly put her mouth against his. She only gave one puff of air before Joon-Pyo couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her arms, forcing her against him closer, and startled, Jan Di tried to scramble away from the melodramatic liar-pants.

Joon-Pyo didn't care. "N... No!" Jan Di exclaimed, and Yijeong began to laugh at his friend. Jaehoo began to chuckle too along with his other friend, and the crowd just watched the scene, frozen and very puzzled. Well, they did understand one thing: Why the girl didn't want to kiss him. Oh Asian lordo. He should be lucky he was getting CPR, man... The crowd began to walk back towards the dinner party, shaking their heads and wondering why everybody here was so crazy.

The pottery-enthusiast watched his friend's antics, grinning along with Woo-Bin. "Very amusing birthday, yeah?" Yijeong asked Jaehoo, but he just smiled at him. He was still sad. The model woman he cared about didn't want him or his pancakes... His friends turned their backs to him to watch Jan Di push Joon-Pyo off and run, and Jaehoo sighed. Oh, damn it all. He smiled hungrily at his friends. Oh, how great they would taste with maple syrup...

Eat, eat, eat....

An older woman tapped Jaehoo's shoulder, giving him a small, reluctant smile. "Jaehoo? Can I talk to you please?" Seo-Hyun asked, nodding back at the hotel building. Jaehoo froze, and quickly regained control of himself. He will not let his Hunger get the best of him. He gave a quick glance at Jan-Di as she ran from Joon-Pyo, and turned to the older woman. He nodded in affirmation at Seo-Hyun, and walked inside with her, his eyes leering at his friend's distracted backs.

He could do nothing today, yes, but there was always tomorrow.

Fin.