The Bucket List | Park Jimin editing

08; Haircut

A/N: an update again! Chapters might become shorter for faster updates. I want to finish this book asap. I didn't actually plan to write this, since this was just a test out. Im trying to get this story in some kind of direction (initially I just wrote with the flow, and I don't think that's working). The story is messy and I am truly sorry for that. 

Anyway this story is going to go on a countdown from #29 to #1. So yes. Now 28 more chapters to go! Well Hopefully I don't add things along the way. 

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#29:Haircut 

Getting a haircut wasn't such a spontaneous thing to do. It was included in Jimin's list of dreams and ambitions--and what I meant by his list of dreams and ambition was his bucket list. If he wrote this in his tattered notebook, then there must be an important reason behind it. 

"My hair is pretty long," I huffed my almost non existent bangs off my eyes. 

Jimin moved closer and brushed the strands off of my face, "See and that is why we should cut our hair!" 

I turned the page to see if there were other interesting things to do, "We can't do any of these since I'm stuck here in this ugly room." 

"That's why we should just cut our hair!" 

I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. "Why are you so persistent today?" 

He avoided my suspecting glare and shot imaginary bullets with his hands, "Because the list said so." 

Strange. Well he was always strange and mysterious, but this kind of strange was like Taehyung kind of strange. They were similar by many ways and the strange habits and characteristics they shared were definitely hard to tell apart. 

"If we are going to cut our hair...who's going to cut it? Or who is going to take us to the barber shop?" 

Jimin snapped his fingers and pulled out a pair of scissors from his bag. The scissors looked old and worn out. I doubt the scissor could cut anything  since the blade looked so blunt. 

"That's why we are going to cut each other's hair!" He's been a little too loud and enthusiastic lately. 

 "Uh, no. I don't trust you at all." As a 17 year old girl, I still worry about my appearance. No way would I let this clutz get near my hair with a pair of scissors. 

"Oh come on, it worked that one time we did it." The bottom of his lip was sticking out and his eyes were begging me to let him cut my hair. 

"No. Just because you did cut my hair in the past..or future," I wasn't sure how to say it since for Jimin it was the past while for me it was the future, "Doesn't mean you'll cut it just as nice." 

I wanted to believe that each time he went back in time, things would be different. By the looks of Jimin's hardened expression, the idea seemed impossible. Guilt washed over me as I saw him return the scissors in his bag. He was putting it in slowly, sighing loudly for me to feel even more guilty. 

"I guess...we won't complete the bucket list then." 

What if...everything I did affected the flow of time? Not the flow of time--maybe affect the timeline? If Jimin could defy reasoning, so should I. If in the past I didn't let him, maybe by letting him cut my hair, it will stall the cruel fate from happening. 

What ifs were buzzing endlessly in my mind that I have forgotten that the man in front of me was still sulking due to my lack of affection. 

"Fine. I'll let you cut my hair," I forced myself up and swung my somewhat useful legs to the side of the bed.