Short Hair - Oh Sehun

01 ♡ scissors

You swallowed at the sight of the salon. Some customers had noticed their hair were cut too short and left the place with an unsatisfied frown.

Gulping at the mad clients with burnt hair and hairdressers apologizing to their customers, it came to thought that this wasn't a good place after all.

Unfortunately, you have to get your haircut today.

You have to.

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Sehun stares at the horrific expression and the ear-wrenching tone of the two sibling's argument, "Baekhyun! Christ, what kind of garbage staff did you hire?"

The playful man could only smile sheepishly as he watches the parlor and the owner break down.

"I leave you guys for a minute and all this crap happens." Yuna holds up a contract in front of his gaze, "Look, you can't just hire anyone without them filling up these papers and-"

"They told me they were trained, so..."

With a deep breath and reddened ears, Baekhyun's sister stormed out of the salon that left the two clueless and slightly panicked.

"I didn't even know they were horrible," the man mumbles bluntly, grabbing a pair of scissors and parlor equipments as he turns to his friend, sighing. "You can cut properly, right?"

Sehun widens his eyes and shakes his head vigorously at the thought of being entrusted with an important role, "I can-"

"You can?" Baekhyun's eyes lit up in glory and he forces the equipment in the taller man's grip. "Just pretend you're an employee, I can't have my sister's business getting inside the articles because of her "stupid" brother."

The lad sighed in defeat as he watches his friend dismiss the gruesome workers in a polite manner.

Although he knew the place was going to get reported in the meantime, a girl with an oversized sweater unexpectedly entered the unstable place despite of witnessing a fresh war.

His friend encouraged him to do the act before he left to call for his friends.

Heaving a sigh, his shoulders were getting heavy at the burden that was tossed to him. "I'm sorry you had to see that," He sets the equipment aside the counter and rolls up his sleeves.

You could only let out a chuckle, "No worries."

The duo giggled as you plop yourself on the comfty chair.

Doing his best to look like a professional, it was quite nerve-wracking because he lacked these experiences and never actually done it before.

He finds the dark material that looked like a cover that was used before performing haircuts and loosely tied it around your neck, careful not to choke your delicate being. "What's your name?"

"Jiyoung. Han Jiyoung."

He enunciates your name in his mind, taking note to be more careful as he got to know a little bit of information. "I'm Sehun."

You and his pupils met through the mirror in an accident and shyly drifted both your gazes away.

It was gonna be an awkward haircut.

He rubs the back of his neck, biting the lower part of his lip. "What kind of haircut would you like?"

Embarrassed, your cheek turned pink at the maladroit eye contact.

"Shoulder-length, I guess."

He nodded although he didn't know what you exactly meant — it was a girl's term after all. Reluctantly, he grabs the scissors and mentally noted to kill himself afterwards if the process goes wrong.

What kind of shit is that numb skull putting me through?

"...I trust you won't do as bad as those people," you add, making Sehun twice as nervous he was at the moment.

"Don't worry, I'm trusted around here." he assures, mentally slapping himself for lying about his status. College was starting soon, and instead of preparing for that year, he didn't know what kind of mess he got himself into.

Without knowing the whole procedure, he decides to imagine a ruler behind your hair and carefully cut the ends as straight as possible.

It's just like in barber shops, as long as it looks neat, it's fine — he thought.

Just as he was getting into it, he noticed you eyeing him suspiciously and prompted to start a conversation to distract you.

"So, why did you decide to get a hair cut at this place?" — it was stupid, but it was the least he could do to prevent you from being skeptical.

You sighed, your thoughts drifting at the only answer, "Well, mine's the typical series: The-person-I-admired-became-an-ass one."

He chuckles as the sound of the sharp object snapped at the soft hair. "Break up? Rejection?"

"Nope," you reply, looking at your lap as you recall the dickhead. "More like, one-sided?" You smiled, painfully.

"Tell me about it,"

You heave a breath, "That moron is always negative at the same time. Telling me to go on a diet, fix my hair although he was the one who played with it, and that I looked like a boy."

Sehun raises an eyebrow at your rants, mildly stopping. "You're not that fat, you're actually... cute." He smiles, trying to lighten up your mood.

You laugh at his doubtful comment. "Nice try, Sehun."

"Well, he's clearly missing out on the fact that wavy hairs like yours existed." He states, snipping the uneven ends. "That was very ungentleman-like."

Being silently outraged at the guy's rudeness towards a girl, he changed his mind into cutting the hair a tad bit shorter to expose a bit of your neckline.

With his unnerved thoughts, he knew you had to get back at him for being a dick.

Once he's finished, he looked at you in the mirror and admired his work, taking the material off your neck. "We're done, do you like it?"

You tilt your head around, observing the keen haircut and a smile healed up the anxious feeling that was lingering inside his guts.

"Thanks, I'll get going." You placed his pay on the counter and was tempted to sprint off to exit the embarrassing situation.

"Before you go..." Says Sehun.

You turned to him, stunned by the fact that he was the first person to acknowledge your pathetic being even with the slightest rant.

"Don't let that guy get to you."

His cheeks flushed as he tries looking somewhere else.

"You're beautiful, Jiyoung. Don't even try to think of harming yourself just to meet his expectations."