Accidentally Assisting

Chapter 14 - What happened to your hair?

That's the last thing I remember.

When I wake up in my bed at Jungkook's place the next morning, I feel extremely cheerful. I went drinking during the week without having a fight with Jungkook, I had a fun evening with friends, and I am not hungover.

Sure, I don't recall the last couple hours of the night that precisely, but that's just doesn't part of being drunk. If something truly important had happened, I'm convinced I would have remembered.

As I'm making my tea downstairs, I get a sudden urge to use the bathroom. Once I'm done there, I wash my hands and look in the mirror attached above the sink, still whistling.

Except that what I see immediately makes me stop whistling.

I gasp at myself.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

This can't be happening.

My hair is pink. Bright pink.

Granted, it's not all of the hair. Only some strands are dyed in the most distasteful way possible. Whoever died my hair did not pay attention at all, making the pink color much more concentrated on some places than on others.

Fifty shades of pink.

Oh God. I really feel like throwing up, and it's not because of the alcohol.

My hair looks... ugly. No, that's not insulting enough. Horrendous, that's what Eun would say.

Eun! She's the one who dyed my hair! Suddenly, it all comes flashing back on me. Me being angry at Jungkook and convincing Eun to dye my hair as a revenge plan.

Oh no. I facepalm. Once again, I have no one to blame for this other than myself. Why do I always get myself into these hopeless situations?

Eun and Soobin brought me back to her apartment, and that's when my best friend decided to dye my hair with hair dye she found at the convenience store.

Sighing, I ruffle the new pinkness that is my hair. This is a mess. It looks horrible, but fixing it would cost even more money, right? And perhaps it's not even that noticeable. The light in this bathroom is just too bright. Yes, that must be it. I might be exaggerating.

At this moment, Jungkook's deep morning voice appears. "Rose? Did you read the e-mail Sejin-hyung just sent about the Melon Awards? I can't give you off even though it's Christmas and I promised you. Apparently, they need you."

Do they really? Why do they keep acting as they need me all the time when they survived just fine before I joined the company? Eun would analyze this as a tactic for making me feel liable towards them, and she's right. Because other employees in the company pretend like they always need me, I'm starting to think they really do, and I feel guilty every time I even consider taking a moment for myself.

It's so damn easy to get sucked into that mindset.

However, this is not the problem at hand right now. If Jungkook sees my hair, I'm done for.

So the mission now is to hide it from him, somehow.

What if I tie my hair into a ponytail? I try it and make a horrified gasp once I see the result. The ponytail worsens the situation. Now the back of my head has become a concentration of bubble gum pink.

His footsteps stop in the kitchen. "Huh? Where are you? I just heard you making tea."

I need to save some time to construct a plan.

"I'm in the bathroom, oppa!" I shout out. "Listen, can we talk later? I'm not feeling that well."

"Oh, okay." His footsteps approach the bathroom door, dangerously close now. "Is everything alright?"