Accidental Friends | A BTSxReader friendship fic

Chapter 13: Of Soju and Love

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Somehow inspired by a prompt by Writersencyclopedia.com:
"I know there was a compliment somewhere in there and I'll take it."
"You piece of shit."
"Ah, there it is!"

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It's Friday. Having woken up at eight after close to ten long hours of slumber, I am now feeling tired from being too rested. There will be nothing happening in my schedule, not until my two p.m. shift at the store. I rise from bed and yawn loudly, stretching my arms out. Staying in bed will not do. I go to the kitchen and whip out a quick cup of instant coffee, only to down it quickly. I then head to the bathroom for a quick shower. The shower I took ended up being too quick even for me – I never showered that fast before — and soon, I am back to where I started, alone with nothing to do.

At around nine, Hunnie begins to stir in her sleep and with a loud groan suddenly sits up with her arms straight in front of her like a zombie rising from her grave.

"What time is it?" she asks. Her voice is barely a whisper.

"Nine-two," I answer.

She nods limply. "I have to wake up now. Gotta leave soon," Hunnie mutters under her breath.

"I thought you don't have any class today."

"I don't."

"Then where are you going and why?"

"Practise."

"I thought you already did yesterday?" I tilt my head. "Where else can you practise?"

"The street," she says blankly.

"What the heck do you mean by that?"

"I'm giving people free haircuts on the street," she shrugs, rubbing her eyes. "Oh, or maybe I should go to a campus. I'm sure there are at least three dozen penniless college student who won't spend their hard-earned money at a salon and in need of a haircut right now," she mumbles.

"Hu—" I stop myself. That actually seems like a great idea. If she could pull it off. "How are you going to convince them that they can trust you not to give them a 'bad-hair-day' for the rest of the week?"

"Easy." She groggily stands up, then wobbles all the way to her work-station. When she arrives in front of her wig-table, she reaches down under it and pulls out a standing blackboard signboard, like those in front of cafes. Where the heck did she get that.

"And what are you planning on writing on it?"

"I don't know precisely yet." She yawns loudly and stretches up, creating cracking sound as she pulls both her arms. "Maybe something like, 'Free-haircut by the top-of-the-class student of Keeo Beauty School. Request any haircut you want and it can be done!' What do you think? Sounds trustworthy enough?"

"Confident, aren't you?" I grin.

"Fake it till you make it."

"Inspirational," I nod. She nods along. "So which college are you thinking?"

"Yours!" she grins. "Come along with me?"

I think about it for a moment. It's nine fifteen-ish and I have nothing to do until two. I'm a boring person who can't even think of a hobby. How the heck am I supposed to spend all that time? I nod, my mind is made up. "I'm free until my shift at two. I'll come along, I guess. My college, right?"

"That seems like a good idea to me, how do you feel about it?" she asks.

I then think of the tired college students I saw after my exams with zero make-up and hair clipped messily or put in a tangled ponytail. If I remember correctly, half of the university has their exams throughout this week and they have their last exam today. It's probably a good thing for them. And the electrical engineering department— no, the entire engineering department. They all need some serious post-examination care. "Sounds great," I smile, then it turns into a smirk. "Hopefully, I get to introduce some of my professors to you and after you're done giving them the best haircuts in their life, they'll up my grade."