The Bald Witch Diaries - Skz Crackfic Saga

The curse

I sigh and turn the door handle. The door swings open and the sound of constant chattering of people and rave music hits my ears, the heavy beat so deep I can feel the boom down to my bones. I step in as the stinging scent of alcohol wafts to my nose. Taking a deep breath, I sigh in content at the smell. The door swings closed behind me, and the bouncer stops me in my tracks.

"ID?" His deep voice sounds over the music. "Ah..." I say, my hand reaching into my back pocket, grabbing my wallet. I open my wallet and sift through my many cards until I see my ID and pull it out, handing it to the bouncer. "Here you go." I say blinking. He looks at my ID for a moment, then looks up at me.

"Jisung?" He asks. "Yep!" I say, maintaining eye contact. He looks down again. "2000?" He asks again, this time with a lifted eyebrow. "Yes." I say firmly. He stares at me for a moment, then hands the ID back. "Alright... Welcome in." He says gruffly. I nod politely at him, taking my ID from his hands. "Thank you sir." I say, walking around him into the club.

I stop for a moment to take in the view. On the right along the wall is the bar, so many shelves of drinks you can't see the wall behind them, reaching the ceiling. There are people sitting every so often at the bar seats, drinking or talking to whoever is next to them. Straight on, there's a hallway with a bathroom sign hanging from the ceiling. Along the whole hallway there are LED lights strung about everywhere on the walls, and More lights strung and hanging from the ceiling, all flashing different colors. There's a couple standing against the wall in the hallway aggressively making out, not even patient enough to reach the restrooms. I roll my eyes in annoyance. “So impatient, not even gentleman-like…” I mutter under my breath.

On the left, there's a giant dance floor with strobe lights of every color flashing everywhere. In the farthest back left corner is a small lifted platform where the DJ is, currently remixing a song as it goes. On the dance floor is a large crowd of half-drunk half-tipsy people forming a mosh pit to the song. On the same side, closer to where the entrance wall is, is a cluster of small tables that people have left some of their miscellaneous objects strewn about on. I look back over at the bar, and notice a lady. Seeing the empty seat next to her, I decide to take my chance. Sitting on the seat next to her, I turn to her and smile.  “Babe, What are you doing at this bar all alone?”  I ask charismatically. She scoffs. “Don’t call me babe.” I smirk and lean on the counter, looking at her. “You saying this is just pulling me closer~” She glares at me, and I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Suddenly her hair fades into non-existence and I smother a gasp, pulling my hand away from embarrassment.

I stare at my hand, confused as to why I'm embarrassed for a moment before she speaks up. “I’m actually bald, just letting you know.” I blink for a moment, then decide its best to just re-ask my question. “So… Why are you alone in this bar again? You’re too pretty to be alone.” She gives me a flat look. “Because I’m bald. I’m alone in this bar because I’m bald.” The bartender hands me a glass of whiskey, and I take a nice good gulp out of the cup. I look away, suddenly feeling ashamed. “Ah… I see. This really wasn't any of my business, I’m sorry for prying.” I say apologetically, taking another gulp of my whiskey. She looks away, annoyed. “That’s what I thought.” I stare into my whiskey, and she calls the bartender over. When he comes over, she smiles at him. “One glass of orange juice please?” The bartender nods his head and walks off to grab her a glass of orange juice.

I lift an eyebrow at her. “Orange juice?” I ask dubiously. Not even looking at me, she lets out a small huff. “I'm bald and I'm allergic to alcohol…” She says nonchalantly. I blink, then let out a chuckle. “That’s a joke right? There is no way you would go to a bar if you’re allergic to alcohol!” She looks at me dead in the eye. “No… Also, how DARE you assume my gender!” She exclaims as the bartender slides the glass of juice to her. She nods a small thanks to him, then takes a sip, smiling at the taste. I lean back, alarmed at her sudden outburst. “Uh… I’m sorry??? I thought you were a lady…” I trail off seeing the look on her face. “Ew no. I’m bald. My pronouns are NO/HAIR.” I stare at her, trying not to laugh. “So… You’re a lady?” I ask hesitantly, trying not to burst out laughing.