i stare down at my brush and feel my mouth dry up once i notice the amount of hair coming out. there's clumps of my hair coming out with each swipe of my brush, and as i realize this i begin to tear up.
i rest the back of my hand against my lips and try to suppress the tiny whimpers aching to leave my mouth. i knew that being on chemo would cause this to happen, but i always knew i would never be able to accept it once it did. as i kept brushing the clumps kept coming, and i found myself sobbing while i kept my eyes on myself in the mirror.
"y/n? are you crying?" his voice calls out from the other side as he wiggles the nob, "open the door, please." i set the brush down and twist the lock before turning back to my reflection in the mirror. i sniffle and press my lips together.
his lean figure slithers inside and gazes back at me through the glass. his eyes are in search of what my problem is. i take a deep breath before snatching open the drawer and pulling out an electrical razor. i swallow hard and hold it up towards him, "will you please?" he's hesitant as his hand lifts up, his fingers are only inches away from the silver equipment before his hand falls down.
"are you sure?" i nod, "my hair is already falling out and i don't want to walk around with bald spots and thin hair; so yes, i am sure." i buck the razor towards him and after a few more seconds of thought he finally grabs it.
my body flinches as i hear the click of the button and the low buzz that follows after. i grab the big pair of scissors that were seated on the edge of the sink and begin to clip away at my hair,
i snip,
and i snip,
and i snip,
until my hair no longer touches my neck. my breathing is heavy as i set the scissor down and avoid looking at the pile of hair pooled into the sink. i give taehyung a nod and he slowly lifts the razor up. he stars at the top of my forehead before pushing one long swipe to the back of my head.
oddly, i find myself smiling at the stubble strip that sticks out. "keep going," i urge him and he continues. he keeps going, shaving away at my hair, and for some reason i find myself laughing. it's an adrenaline rush that i feel; i'd always had long hair and if felt great to switch things up.
what made this entire experience easier to handle was that every time my eyes averted towards him he always had a smile on his face.
once he was done the raggedy hum silenced and he set it down on the sink counter. i sighed heavily and beamed at him through the mirror, "how do i look?" he grabs my head and places a gentle kiss on top of it. "beautiful as ever."
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Fiksi Penggemary/n has entered stage 2 of her breast cancer, and it weighs on her life heavily as her disease only continues to grow each day. she hasn't told her parents, her siblings, or any of her friends; and so she fights this battle alone. that is until she...
