When a girl cuts her hair, there's always a reason. This was no different for Jungyeon and Chaeyoung. Jungyeon cut her hair a year after she graduated high school. She did out of anger against her father. She had a good dad but he was over protective. "Dad, can I go out?" She'd ask several of times. His answer was always the same, "No.". She always asked "Why not?" even though she knew the answer... "You're a girl." Her dad would say. One day, they got into an argument over this.
"Dad, can I become a dancer."
"No."
"Why not?"
"You're a girl."
"So what?"
"Don't talk back."
"Why not?"
"Jungyeon!"
"Dad!"
"Why are you so persistent today?"
"I want to be a dancer!"
"Only guys can!"
"Why can't girls?"
"Because it's exotic."
"Oh, dad... Is that what you're worried about? I'm not gonna strip or anything lol. I'm like hip-hop dancing. Popping and locking, you know?"
"That's even worse..."
"Why?"
"That's something that guys do."
"Dad, it's 2015. Girls have adapted to it too."
"Those girls become gay, I won't have a daughter like that."
Jungyeon heard this and snapped.
"OH, THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT? OUT OF ALL THE THINGS, IT'S THAT? YOU DIDN'T LET ME HANG OUT WITH MY FRIENDS BECAUSE YOU SPECULATED THAT I WAS GAY? IS THIS IT?"
"Jungyeon, calm do-"
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!"
Jungyeon stormed out of the house in tears. She was crying because she knew... She was gay. She was in love with a dancer named Momo, it was a one-sided crush. She decided to do something bizarre and chop all her hair off. At the salon, the girl who cut her hair was named Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung noticed Jungyeon crying.
"Hmm, cutting all your hair off and crying... What's the matter?"
"M-My dad i-is b-b-being m-mean."
"Oh, I know lots about mean parents."
"Y-You d-do?"
"I do. I'm 16 but I've been living on my own since 14 because I ran away. Now I'm in training to cut hair."
"W-Why c-cu-cu-cutting h-hair?"
"Because everyday, people like you come in and I get the privilege to hear all their different stories."
This soothed Jungyeon and after the hair cut was done, Jungyeon went to her dad.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR?"
"I cut it."
"WHY?"
"Why not?"
"YOU LOOK LIKE A BOY."
"I am a boy."
Jungyeon got slapped in the face.
"I want my daughter!"
"You're daughter doesn't want you."
Jungyeon stormed upstairs, the next day she went back to the shop to "trim" her hair but it was actually just to talk about her problems. It became an everyday thing but one day, Jungyeon got into a big fight with her dad and got kicked out. She realized she had no friends and immediately thought of Chaeyoung. She didn't cut her hair that day and waited for Chaeyoung to finish work. Chaeyoung was worried after she didn't see Jungyeon that day. Luckily after work, her heart was put to rest when she saw Jungyeon's face. She ran and hugged Jungyeon.
"What happened?!"
"I got kicked out..."
"No worry! Come with me!"
Jungyeon saw Chaeyoung's house and realized how poorly Chaeyoung had been living. Chaeyoung lived in a house with no room and a blanket on the floor with one pillow and there was no kitchen, heat, or even shower.
"How do you eat?" Jungyeon asked in amazement.
"The store."
"How about showering?"
"I go to the sauna to wash my body and I wash my hair at the salon, it's way better."
Jungyeon didn't know what she was feeling, whether it was guilt, pity, or gratitude but she went up and gave Chaeyoung a big hug. The two lived with each other for about a week when Jungyeon's dad called and apologized.
"I guess this is my last night then I'm heading back home..."
"It was nice having company here."
"I'll continue to come visit you."
"Okay, let's get some rest."
That night, Jungyeon couldn't sleep and continued to look at Chaeyoung.
"Momo, I think I like someone else now." She thought.
She didn't take her eyes off Chaeyoung and when she thought Chaeyoung had finally fallen asleep, she gave Chaeyoung a forehead kiss and hugged her. Jungyeon shed a tear... Knowing she wasn't gonna see Chaeyoung anymore. She remembered all the times they had while they lived together and all that Chaeyoung had helped her out with. In the morning, Chaeyoung woke up and Jungyeon was gone. She acted normal and went to work, she didn't see Jungyeon... Weeks passed, months passed, a year passed. At the one year mark, Chaeyoung cut her hair short. A little later, a customer with medium length hair came in crying. Chaeyoung cut the girl's hair.
"Hmm, cutting all your hair off and crying... What's the matter?"
"W-why did you cut your hair?"
"Someone I loved, left my life... I cut my hair because short hair reminds me of her and once my hair grows back, I'll know that's when I need to forget. Now tell me your story."
"Last year, I ran away from home and lived with a girl. I didn't think I loved her because I had liked someone else but I realized when I left. I came back today because I missed her so damn much."
Chaeyoung finally understood and recognized Jungyeon's voice... She moved the hair out of Jungyeon's face...
"What took you so long to visit?" Chaeyoung started to cry and she rarely cries.
"I went home... Ready for another argument with my dad and ready to leave for good but he apologized and I couldn't do anything. I didn't want to argue with him anymore so I never brought it up. Things were going so well except for the fact I missed you... I became a dancer but I lost my feelings for Momo and just constantly thought about you... Today, I had to see you."
Chaeyoung was left speechless.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" Jungyeon proposed.
"Of course!" Chaeyoung said in tears and hugged Jungyeon. She cut Jungyeon's hair and when Jungyeon left, she cut her own. Jungyeon introduced Chaeyoung to her dad and all her dad said was "My daughter's girlfriend, eh? Nice to meet you. Guess I'll be having another daughter. I like your hair." He smiled. Now, after a while of dating, Chaeyoung moved in and got a new family. And of course, the two girls are still rocking short hair to symbolize their relationship.
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Twice: One Shots
FanfictionOne shots from like every twice pair possible! Not excluding anyone!
