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hair | PJM

You sit on your bed, scrolling through your phone, when a text from Jimin lights up your screen.

"Hey, Y/N! Can I come over?" he asks.

You sigh, knowing you have a hair appointment tomorrow and need to take down your braids tonight.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Jimin. I have to take my braids down, and you know how long that takes. I don't want any distractions."

Jimin's response is almost immediate.

"I can help! Come on, it'll be fun. Plus, it's not the first time I've helped you."

You hesitate, but the thought of spending time with Jimin makes you smile.

"Alright, fine. But you better not distract me too much!"

A little while later, Jimin arrives, a big grin on his face.

"Ready to get started?" he asks, holding up a pair of scissors.

You laugh, "You seem way too excited about this."

As you both settle down, Jimin takes one of your braids and carefully begins to cut the fake hair at a certain point to make the process easier. You guide him, showing him exactly where to cut.

"This is kind of therapeutic," Jimin says, concentrating hard.

You chuckle, "Just don't mess up, okay?"

Things are going smoothly, and you find yourself enjoying Jimin's company.

You both chat and laugh, sharing stories and jokes.

But then, as you're working on another section, you notice something strange.

One of your braids looks... different. You reach for it, your heart sinking as you see a blunt cut in the braid.

"Jimin, did you cut my hair?" you ask, panic rising in your voice.

Jimin looks at you, his eyes wide with shock. "I'm not sure. I mean, I was just cutting where you told me to."

You frantically start taking down the braid, your fingers trembling. As you unravel it, you see it's your real hair.

"Jimin, you cut my hair!" you exclaim, feeling a mix of disbelief and horror.

Jimin's face pales. "Oh my goodness, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I thought I was cutting the fake hair."

He knows how much you love your hair.

Flashbacks of your classmates bullying you, the fact your they had complemented how long your hair was just days before it was all gone.

When you were little your mom relaxed your hair, then chopped it all off once you reached first grade.

Since then you made a promise to yourself to never cut your hair again unless it was a trim.

Your hair grew just past your bra buckle, but after Jimin cut it you weren't so sure anymore.

You search through the pile of weave, looking for the end piece of your braid that Jimin had cut. Finally, you find it.

It's about an inch of your real hair. You take a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"Well, at least it's not that much," you say, forcing a smile. "You basically just gave me a free trim."

Jimin looks at you, guilt written all over his face. "I really am sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to mess up."

You sigh, feeling the tension slowly leave your body. "It's okay, Jimin. It's just hair. It'll grow back."

He pulls you into a hug, his arms warm and comforting. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You smile, feeling grateful for his support despite the mishap. "Just be more careful next time, okay?"

Jimin nods, his expression serious. "Absolutely. I'll be extra careful."

As you both continue working on taking down your braids, the atmosphere lightens.

You tease Jimin about his "trimming skills," and he laughs.

Despite the small setback, you realize how much you appreciate Jimin's willingness to help and his genuine care for you.
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may be based on a true story☹️
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