The Story of Jung Dahee [EXO]

Entry # 2: July 05, 2011

July 05, 2011

Dear Diary,

I was really bored today.. not to mention sad. It has been a week since I last saw mom. T^T I miss her. And appa. And Insoo. That's all. Just kidding. I kind of miss Daehyun er oppa too, somehow. Moving on~~

I called them everyday, but it only makes me sad. It was a good thing though that Kyuhyun's with me. I was never bored as long as I was using it. Anyway, today I went to the salon across the street. I wanted to change my look since I'm in college now. The more presentable I am, the more friends I'll get. (I hope.) Anyway, I like the new look. Ppyonggg~~~

Love, Jung Dahee

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SCENARIO:

I was lounging at my room today, like what I've been doing for the past week since my mom left me alone. Boohoo. This is so boring. Aish. I miss my friends back at Busan. Those idiots though didn't give me their phone numbers so I can't contact them. Pssh... I grabbed Kyuhyun and put it on my lap. I started to strip him and my eyes lightened. I grabbed both ends and spread it wide! I missed staring at him! O_O .. OMG this is getting rated.

Hahahaha. Kidding aside, let me introduce you to Kyuhyun! Meet Kyuhyun, my laptop! Hahahaha. Why Kyuhyun? Well, there's this big sticker of him at the cover, and my laptop's wallpaper is him. My screensaver is him. Him. Him. Him. :3

You see, Kyuhyun's the reason why I started to like Kpop... Ever since... uhhm.. Ever since Daehyun started avoiding me. Yeah, that's it. But let's not ruin the mood. Back to Daehyun... wait I mean Kyuhyun... Aish. Hmmm... Well, it started 3 years ago. I was watching TV when I accidentally changed the channel to a music program. I can't remember the program but what I do remember is Kyuhyun's voice. Seriously, I was captivated the moment I heard his voice. I felt like I was in heaven. He was singing 7 Years of Love that time.

I wasn't really a kpop fan before. Heck, I wasn't even a music fan. I was only interested in movies back then. I guess Kyuhyun changed me. I don't regret it though. Anyway, starting that day, I somehow became obsessed? Well, not really obsessed. I just went to Super Junior fan meetings and concerts. I also bought their merchandise; t-shirts, lanyards, standies, stickers, etc. Oh and let's not forget my complete collection of their albums. It made me broke but I didn't care. At least it let my mind out of stressful things (like Daehyun). Do those count as me being obsessed? Pssh. I bet you guys are like that too. >.<

After logging in on my twitter account, and stalking Kyuhyun's tweets, I started asking myself if I should go out or not. Well, I haven't been really going out the past few days since mom left me here, alone. I was like this back at Busan as well. I don't really like associating with people. For example, when visitors come to our house, I would always lock myself in my room and wait till they go home. At school, I don't really participate in extracurricular activities. Even in class recitations. I don't raise my hand even if I knew the answer. Sometimes I do. Most of the time, no. Yep. That's how I am. Don't worry, I ask myself everyday why I'm like this. My mom's not shy at all. She was very open and friendly. My dad is super friendly and a joker. Insoo is friendly and open as well. Insoo, well, let's skip him. Anyways, am I an alien? Why am I so different from the rest of my family? Or maybe I'm adopted? Wait, that can't be. I look too much like my father to be adopted. Hmm.... whatever. *pouts*

Finally deciding to go out, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. Do I need to go in details? Kekekeke. Anyway~ after taking a bath, I wrapped myself with a bathrobe and went to pick my clothes in the walk-in-closet. I'm still amazed by this walk-in-closet. My mom outdid herself this time. Back in Busan, I just had an ordinary closet. Back to picking, I grabbed a white t-shirt and shorts from the closet and dressed myself. After dressing, I dried my hair with the blow-dryer I found on one of the drawers. Deciding that I was done, I grabbed my wallet and phone and put them in my pockets. I don't really like bringing out purses or bags. It annoys me especially if you only need to bring out your wallet and phone. Don't judge.

I went to the salon across the street. I noticed that some people were staring and pointing at me. Am I that ugly? Sigh.

I entered the salon and the bell hung on the door ringed indicating a customer arrived. I noticed that some of the workers were gays. I don't have anything against gays or some sort. I just feel uncomfortable with them fixing my hair. Are you like that too? ...... Kay.

One of the workers told me to sit on one of the booths and wait for the one they called "Miho." I mentally sighed in relief. Miho's a girl's name right? Or not? Oh. It's not. A gay dude walked towards me and greeted. *mental facepalm insert here*

"Hi cutie. What hairstyle would you like?" he/she said.

"Err. I'm not really knowledgeable in that field. Do what you think will make my hair prettier," I said, still uncomfortable.

"Hmm... Okay. Don't get mad though if it turns out ugly." he reminded. I nodded in response.

"Err. Can you cover the mirror for me? I don't want to see my hair get cut or Imma cry." I said and he only laughed at me but complied nonetheless. Pssh.

With that, he started cutting my long hair. Goodbye hair. *Sniffs* I can feel my hair getting shorter and shorter every minute. After what seemed like hours, with me weeping at hair loss (lol), "Miho" finally announced that my hair is done. Time was like in slow motion as he removed the cover from the mirror. I saw my hair, I mean myself in the mirror and god, I looked better than before. I was super happy of the outcome that I hugged him/her and said thank you. He patted my back and said no welcome, I mean no problem. Hehe. After thanking him, I paid with the credit card my mom gave me and exited the salon.

As soon as I went out the salon, heads glanced at my way. I felt confident. I feel beautiful than ever. For the first time in my life, I felt like I had something I could boast to people. I walked confidently to the apartment. Even the lady at the counter was staring at me. Well, she was staring plus snickering. Pssh. I bet she's just jealous.

I entered the elevator and saw a lady with a kid. There was just the three of us in the lift. The kid was whispering something in her mother's ear while pointing at me. The lady kept glancing at me as if she was contemplating on whether to tell me or not. Seriously, what the fudge is up with this people. Haven't they seen this beauty before?

Ding~ I went out the lift when I reached my floor. I was crimson red from embarrassment. I immediately changed my clothes as soon as I entered my room. I will forever carry this humiliation. I expect myself to be carrying this humiliation for 1 month. Her voice was still echoing in my mind.

"Er, haksaeng. You're not wearing any bra."

"Er, haksaeng. You're not wearing any bra."

"Er, haksaeng. You're not wearing any bra."

ARGH!

Do I need to explain? Sigh. Well, remember I only wore a white t-shirt? And well my err 'nubs' were noticeable since my shirt was white. Aish. Why didn't that Miho dude even tell me? Didn't he notice? Most of all, why didn't I notice?! *knocks head multiple times*

I went to my bathroom and released my frustration.

I watched it flush down the toilet. Well, there goes my confidence. Down the toilet~ Goodbye!! *waves at it*