{ See the Light }
@fallxnidol
Once the initial paranoia had settled upon arriving in Japan and realising that there were no one there waiting for him, Minseok had started feeling even a bit excited about some things regarding this change in citizenship. As much as he had feared returning, there was no denying that Japan was his true home and that, despite his heritage, he would only ever be a foreigner in the streets of Seoul. Maybe he could adjust given many years, as the two years that had already passed weren’t really much compared to half a lifetime, but a realist pessimist by nature the logical conclusion to reach was naturally that he’d never belong anywhere again. He would always be walking around on glass shards, doing his best to not stand out (which had honestly proven quite hard after taking up street art, but once discovering the rush of adrenaline it gave him, the addiction had already settled).
It would be okay now though, wouldn’t it? The idea behind changing his hair colour had originally been to fit in with the artist subculture and trope of K-ARTS, but also to change his appearance if only a bit. Now that he had returned here, the blonde hair would just stand out amongst the general Japanese populace, or even be frowned upon as someone his age should have no teenage rebellion left. Not that he cared if he did, really, all he wanted to do was be able to live in peace and go about his life as he wanted to. And if a standard Asian hair colour was the way to go about that, then so be it.
The only problem was just that he hadn’t really located any beauty and cosmetics stores in Koi City yet, but although he would definitely consider himself an introvert, Minseok had never been shy of talking to people when he needed to. He generally had many different approaches to initiating a conversation depending on what intended use he had of his conversation partner: no use was usually a way more coarse and straightforward approach - most random strangers with no aspect of a lasting relation fell under this category - but if he needed something from anyone, he would immediately put on a much more polite and appealing facade. As was the case when he approached what appeared to be a girl in perhaps her mid teens who looked like she would definitely know where what he searched was.
“Hey,” he greeted her with a polite nod, and then gestured towards his hair. “I was wondering if you could help me. If it’s not a bother of course. I want to dye my hair, but I have no idea where to find any stores that would sell products in this city.”
