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Prologue

Hi before you read this, please note that some of this writing is from a year ago so yes you may cringe, but I promise it'll get better. I just need to get out of my writing rut lmao

Ring.....Ring!

Why is my alarm clock waking me up, at this time?

I looked at myclock. It signaled it was 6:00.

I hit snooze, still pondering why my alarm clock was ringing.

Ring.....RING!

I turned off my alarm clock. Who even invented these demonic machine that ruin your life? Who thought, well golly gee! Let's just create a living hell for everyone in the morning. 

I go back to sleep peacefully, not knowing what I got myself into.

For the past 3 hours, I had been tossing and turning in bed, knowing I had to do something, but I didn't know what it quite was.

I

t's nothing.

I wake up with a start, not wanting to sleep anymore. The itching feeling of having to do something kept waking me up.Then it hits me harder than the dodgeball my brother threw at you when you were five years old. Damn you, Shinwon.

Crap.

My alarm was ringing at that time because I had to go to my new job. I stumbled out of your  bed and went straight to my bathroom.

I washed my face, hoping I could wash away my guilt along with it. I quickly walked over to my closet. I wanted to look presentable, but I had only a bit of time left. 

I put on a eggshell colored sweater, and some high waisted jeans. I looked good enough. Cute and professional.

I trampled downstairs, grabbed a banana, and ran to my car. I glanced at the clock : 9:00. I slid on some ratty sneakers, the closest thing to the entrance, although I could have been stylish, who cared, I was already late. I ran out, closing the door behind me and locking it.

I had fifteen minutes to spare. I started up my engine and sped off, the exhaust from my car billowing behind me.

Lets start with the facts, life wasn't a fairytale, I lost your job as an accountant, and couldn't find a single job. Whatever. It was a boring job anyway. My friend, May, was opening up a hair cutting shop, and it became pretty successful. It may have been her advertising, maybe her unique style, but she somehow did great.

May invited me to work there. It felt as if she pitied me but, I happily accepted, hoping I could spend some quality friend time with May. Now my dear reader, you may be thinking " Aww how cute. Quality friend time, and she got herself a job too. How wonderful." No. The exact opposite.

May has been busy planning before her shop opened, but now, I could get to know her better, I thought.

Until, May told me she would be moving to New York to start a new shop in the US. She promised to pay me extra, which I denied, but she insisted. Plus, she had said 'Haircutting is not a high paying job, just saying. Unless, you cut like, Beyonce's hair.'

So, here I was, pulling up at May's Perfect Cuts. Pfft, it wasn't very perfect, considering she was gone.

I stepped out of your car at 9:25 , tenminutes late, breathing in the fresh air of Korea. I love it here, you never understood why May wanted to leave. Well, for business of course, but , if I were May, I would have stayed at one shop, right here, in Korea.

I realized I didn't do my hair, and I was working at a hair salon. I imagine waltzing in with my barely brushed hair saying "Hey everyone! I'm a new staff a member at this hair salon." You know, maybe it would be better to call it day and do the sick person trick.

No. I can't be let down May. I tied up your locks into a somewhat okay bun. Today, I had hope, hope that today, I would get a great job.

I would make great friends, and get great pay (Thanks May). I would hopefully, maybe, get someone, just for the sake of myself, also so I don't need to  be constantly bothered by friends to hurry up and get a boyfriend. Hopefully. Look, not like being a single confident queen is bad, but I wouldn't mind a significant other. At all.

Haha, back to my crappy life now. My parents were sending me a support check every month to keep me living in my apartment. They wanted to keep me here, I  was convinced. Didn't seem like they loved me, anyway.

With the money I get from my new job, and the extra May is giving me, I might live a better, more stable life. Maybe. Well, let's just hope here.

Today, I was getting trained. Maybe, I would be able to fix your hair better on mornings like this, even. It was exciting because I could barely wrangle my hair.I  watched a few YouTube videos though, and had some experience in bleaching and dyeing because of some (very last minute and drunk) 2A.M. hair coloring sessions.

I would like to say you walked confidently into May's salon. Of course I would. But I was probably shaking, and my shoulders were probably squared awkwardly. Maybe this would be my fresh start. It was hard to think that, I'm  practically broke, have barely any family, and only a pet hamster named Mochi who didn't get fed this morning. Dang it.

Right now I couldn't think that. I had to...wait. Okay here's the door. One sec.

I opened the door and the warm lights, cute music and comforting air hit me. Yeah May is good at this for sure.

Suddenly, strong, firm, hands grabbed my  shoulders gently. I gasped. Who's this pedophile? Am I being kidnapped? May what the hell? The person turned you around with a gentle,  swish.

"Hey, Song Y/N right? Your the new girl." He said, smirking. Nope, just a cocky worker.

I looked up at the man. He was gorgeous. He had a creamy, fair complexion, that shined , not like sweat, not like highlights, but he was glowing. Not like a human glowstick though. You get the point. He had dark, charcoal hair, that looked soft and tousled, but that made him cute.

His large , sparkling, doe eyes,were like blackholes staring into my eyes. I could literally get lost in those. He was tall, and this man was swole. Like he worked out. He wore light wash jeans, and a pair of Tims. He wore an apron over his outfit. Painted on his face was a faint smirk. His lost eyes and smirk and that white shirt made me think of him as a seagull almost. But with that smile, an annoying one that's for sure.

Definetly a fuckboy.

You read his name tag, and it read, Jeongguk.

Hi guys! This is my first chapter, to my first book! Sorry, it is really short but, I hope you enjoy. Thanks for everyone who reads this, and who support me. I love you guys!
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