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There I was. Crying on the sidewalk at 2 am while eating the remaining french fries, which felt like all I had left.
Not even with ketchup or mayo...honestly I would've even been fine with mustard at this point. But I had nothing. What a sad life I was living...
“That asshat didn't deserve me in the first place.”, I mumble under my breath, stuffing ten more fries into my mouth and almost choking but if I were to die right now because of a french fry I wouldn't really care. Maybe I'd be saved in time and could then sue Burger King. Thinking about Burger King made everything worse again.
“That motherf...god dammit, don't cry Y/N!”, I blinked like crazy until my eyes were as dry as the Sahara,
“We've been here before and got through it, so get of your ass and distract yourself!”
While I was talking to myself in a very enthusiastic manner, an older guy with a long gray beard and a shopping cart full of trash bags stopped right in front of me. Before I could assess the situation and whether he was trying to rob me or not, he had grabbed my free hand (I was holding the bag with the french fries in the other) and looked me straight into the eyes.
“That's the spirit, matey. Now just follow this road to the campus and soon you'll find your reason to live again. I'm sure of it. And if I'm sure of something, well...”, he hiccuped and broke his intense stare, which almost made me believe him.
“Well if I'm sure of something, then that's that.”, and with that he left me alone again. I really didn't feel like finding my will to live at the moment but the sidewalk was getting colder and I swore I could feel my left ass cheek freezing, so I decided I might as well walk to campus and see what kind of deranged creatures wandered around there at 2:30 am. Excluding myself of course.
Slowly I dragged myself up and wanted to send the rest of the fries flying into my mouth, but realized I was grabbing air.
That shithead of a parking lot wizard stole my fries!
Angry and tired I stomped along the road to the main campus of my university and only looked up, when a bright light had me squinting my eyes after a 15 minute walk.
Adjusting to the light I could make out the words “Magic Shop @ Jinhit”. Thinking that maybe I could get some weed or maybe even only a doughnut or something there, I entered.
What had looked like a sketchy 80's diner that could easily pose as a brothel turned out to be a hairdresser. Once you were inside, it wasn't hard to miss since scissors, blow dryers, straighteners and curlers were painted all over the walls and also lying around everywhere. I almost stepped on a particularly sharp-looking pair of scissors and looked around for a sign of anyone working there.
What kind of hairdresser was open at 2:30 in the morning?! This had to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was a brothel and soon someone would show me to a secret back door and lead me down some secret stairs to see a secret underground strip show? I was already back at the exit door, when a voice stopped me:
“First customer of the night! What can I do for you, doll?” A black-haired, tall man with incredibly broad shoulders came out of a door shaped like a pair of scissors, which he probably wouldn't have fit through if said pair would've been closed. He took one look at me and let out a dramatic sigh.
“Oh dear...breakup, huh?” I didn't know, if he guessed it from my running mascara, my oily french fry fingers or the tears, that were already burning in my eyes again, but I just nodded.
Without another word the man came over and gave me a bear hug, that I didn't ask for at all and that made me actually lose it and bawl my eyes out, but I still gladly accepted.
After crying for what felt like a good ten minutes and sniffling into his sweater, he sat me down in one of the customers' chairs and started combing my hair.
“So...you just got dumped for probably the dumbest reason, were looking for a fresh start, but it's like 3 am, so of course you couldn't find anything at this ungodly hour. Then you stumbled upon my graceful, little magic shop and couldn't help but wonder, what kind of magic they could perform for you here. Am I right?” He looked at me expectantly and I could swear I saw sparkles in his brown eyes.
“That about sums it up...I guess.” I couldn't bring myself to tell him, that I didn't actually come in for a haircut and thought that he might own a brothel. Also the combing relaxed me so much, that I would've been fine if he shaved my head completely at this point.
“Great – I mean not great! Well for you not great, great for me 'cause I get a customer, but that's not the point! The point is you need a fresh start and I am more than willing to offer you that with a new look! How abouuuut...”, he took my hair between his fingers and looked at me through the mirror,
“something wild?”, he then said while raising one eyebrow.
Anything to distract me from the events that happened a few hours ago, I thought. What could even go wrong?
“Sure, go for it.”, I said aloof and closed my eyes, as I suddenly felt very exhausted from all the crying I did earlier.
“Yay! You will not regret this, I promise you! Oh by the way, my name is Kim Seokjin, but just call me Jin, I feel like we are on a first name basis here. Now just relax and trust me to transform you into the baddest bitch on this campus!” My alarm bells rang in the back of my head when I remembered that “this campus” was only full of hobos and crack addicts at this time of night, but Jin started to hum a song, that made me forget all about parking lot wizards, who steal a poor womans´ french fries and so I slowly drifted off to sleep, sure to look like the baddest bitch in town, when I woke up.
Little did I know.