the new hair stylist (jungkook x reader)

chapter 1

hey guys it's been a while. since i updated. i have been busy doing some streaming. if you want you can go check it out. i play fortnite most of the time with my family and friends. warning you will hear some fighting between a little boy and my sister. it's thedevilsnarls. anyway on to the story.

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yn pov

a male comes into your barber shop that our family owns. we are the most popular in america. i finish cutting a little girls hair and she smiled and squealed and hugged me. that's just normal to me. i only do children 12 and under. that where my mom put me. my brother doesn't work here because he just wasn't interested in doing hair. my sister does all the hair dying. my mom does all the rest. we do have people working in the same place just so it's easier on the family. "bye. hope to see you again." i said to the kid and her mom. i walked over to the cash register and switched out the money tray to take it to the back. it was my turn to go pay the bank our bills. i sat at the desk and started counting the money just as i separated the bills with the payments with our employees and ourselves and the extra money for the next bills. my mom comes in to stop what i was doing. "whats up."

"as you know there is this guy in the waiting room. he won't except his hair being done unless it was from the best. as much as you and your sister have been quite equal. your sister is not the best, your even better then me at times just because of my back. you are the best in this shop. i will take this to the bank with you and you go do his hair. he's willing to pay a lot." she said. 

"are you telling me to do it or are you demanding me. as a manager that is."

"please. he can bring so many more people." she said and i sighed and nodded. 

"your lucky i love you mom." i said standing up from the chair and handed her the envelope. "i finished counting already." i said and i walked out and greeted the man. "hi. i'm apparently the best here." i said and he handed me a card. i looked at it. my sisters favourite band. "your their manager." 

"yes. i am. i'm about to bring one of them in. he needs a haircut." 

"so that's why we've had more girls try to stay longer. i get it now."

"do you know Korean."

"i know very little." i said and he nodded. he left and my mom looked confused towards me and i hand signed bts. the guy came back with a boy with nice looking hair. "is this him?" i asked. 

"this is jungkook." he said and i nodded. 

"i know. my sister is a huge fan of the boys. jungkook is actually her favourite." i said and he nodded.i motioned him to sit in my chair. i put a towel around his neck. i put the poncho around him so his hair is not falling on him. i smile at him. "how would you like your hair done." i asked and he said something in Korean. i thought for a moment. "all i understood from that is haircut." i said and he smiled. he looked at his manager. 

"i would like it short like this." he said showing me on his phone. 

"is that what you want." i said looking at jungkook through the mirror. he looked at it and shook his head. 

"i don't want cut" he said as best as he could. 

"so what your saying is that it was your manager that wants you to get a haircut. not you." i said and he nodded. i nodded and put the brush/come down on the table and turn to the manager. "could you leave us for a bit. i need to concentrate." i said and he nodded and left. i turn to jungkook. "you don't have to be forces." i said to him and he nodded. 

"contract." he said and i nodded. i sighed and picked up a spray bottle full of water. 

"did you want a wash or just get this done and over with."