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my patience has no end when it comes to loving you
. . .
Jungkook's:
"Why does it feel sticky?" I rubbed my fingers together with the amount of shampoo I squeezed out. Shrugging off the weirdness of the texture, I senselessly rubbed it all over my scalp. The feeling of relief was soon replaced by a feeling of distress. Something's not right.
Hyeri's:
"Chae Hyeri!!!!!" I heard a voice scream my name while I was watching The Notebook on HBO. I almost threw my popcorn in surprise.
"What?!?!!" I shouted back as I continue shoving popcorn into my mouth.
"Hyeri, Hyeri, Hyyyeri, what did you put in my shampoo?!" I saw his reflection on the DVD Player, walking towards me. His towel was wrapped around his waist, exposing his toned abs and broad shoulders.
I turned around and approached him. "What's wrong with your hair? Didn't they tell you to use wax, AFTER bath, not during?"
He ruffled his hair vigorously. It was disgustingly sticky. "I don't know. I should be the one asking questions here. What did you do to my shampoo?"
I'm not innocent though. I admit, I did replace it with glue to play a prank on him and get back for what he had done last night. I'm more motivated to kick him out this time.
"I remember pouring glue in it. I was drunk; I'm sorry," I said, sarcastically.
"You think this is funny?! I have a date in two hours! How would I go looking like this?!" Jungkook raised his voice.
"Not my problem. Good luck!" I pat his arm and walked sluggishly back on the chair. I rested my legs on the center table while I continue devouring my popcorn.
When I glanced at the DVD player, his reflection was gone. Moments later, he's back. He blocked my view of the television, now half dressed, wearing only his pants, but still, topless. His hair was messy and stiff, and he's clearly pissed.
"If I can't look good on my date, neither will you!" I looked up to him and saw my favorite red lipstick on his hand. He turned it senselessly until it reached its limit and pressed the tip on the center table, ruining its tip up to the endpoint.
"Jungkook! Stop!"
"You deserve that! Sh.ithead!"
Without uttering another word, I threw my popcorn at him causing a huge mess around the living room. I went to his room and took his favorite white shirt, together with the pair of scissors sitting on his bed table. When I got back, we met on the kitchen, and he was holding my eyeshadow palette.
