If there was anyone Kyungsoo absolutely hated, it was his landlord. And if there was one person he could kill without getting jail time, it would be his landlord.

“Motherfvcker!” Kyungsoo grunted as he ripped open one of the many boxes that was currently sitting in his new living room. “Son of a b!tch!”

Said son-of-a-b!tch was none other than his ex landlord who’d kicked him out of his apartment without warning. “My son is getting married.” he said. “They need a house.” he said. Kyungsoo had zero care for whatever his ex landlord said, because he was about to land in the streets of Seoul without a roof over his head and thus began his very immediate search for a new apartment. The agent had charged him an exorbitant amount for commission claiming this was a ‘really last minute thing’ and he’d to pull strings to find an apartment that matched all of Kyungsoo’s requirements, but the hairstylist didn’t give a damn as long as he was able to have a place to call home by that night.

Collapsing on the floor without a care if it was dirty, Kyungsoo felt his limbs going weak from the packing and unpacking he’d done in a single day but a rumble from the bottom of his stomach had him pulling his sore body up. A hungry man was an angry man and he was already fuming to begin with, so it would be a great idea to start working on his dinner. Perhaps it could even take his mind off things a bit so he wouldn’t feel the urge to stab someone right now. Locating the box that had ‘kitchen’ scribbled across it, Kyungsoo tore the cardboard apart mercilessly but was immediately stupefied by the sight. His precious knife set, utensils, some cooking condiments and his packets of instant noodles (in abundance) were stacked neatly in the box, but there was one very large and very missing item. His cooking pot. He only had one which also doubled as a bowl and needless to say he treated it as his baby. But now his baby was missing and for the life of him he couldn’t recall if he had even packed it in the first place.

“ my entire existence!” Kyungsoo bellowed as he shoved the box aside. How was he supposed to cook his noodles now? His tummy let out another fierce rumble and he sighed as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He only had one option left and he sure hope his neighbor was in.

Kyungsoo was hardly taken aback when his neighbor emerged with towels draped all over his shoulders but he scrunched his nose up in disdain as he eyed the bowl in his young neighbor’s hand. The pungent scent of ammonia was beginning to give Kyungsoo a headache and he decidedly pinched his nose so he wouldn’t have to inhale the offensive chemical any longer. “Are you trying to die the painful way?”
“Excuse me?” his neighbor looked at him in confusion.
Kyungsoo caught himself before he rolled his eyes - that would leave a bad impression and he needed that cooking pot - and pointed at the bowl with his free hand. “That bleach will positively burn your scalp so bad that you lose all your strands of hair.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I watched a YouTube video on how it’s done.” his neighbor cocked a challenging brow.
“Be my guest. Since I had already warned you out of goodwill, could you kindly lend me your cooking pot? I’m your new neighbor who just moved in and I left mine at my old place.”
“Why should I believe you? And why should I lend you my cooking pot anyway?”
“Because I’m a hairstylist and I’ve certainly bleached more hair than you have.” Kyungsoo crossed his arms, getting more pissed off by each second his stomach was empty.
His neighbor chuckled - how dare he?! - before replying. “How do I know if you’re really a hairstylist or not?”
“You’re welcomed to follow me to work tomorrow morning to see for yourself. I will even bleach your annoying hair for you, but remember to bring your wallet because my services do not come cheap. For now, I need that damned cooking pot so I do not die of hunger before tomorrow comes.”

A deal was struck, and Kyungsoo smiled victoriously to himself once he was back in his apartment with cooking pot in hand. Who cares if his neighbor even shows up tomorrow?

 

A/N
#HANGRY #kaisoo #romcom #fluff?
 

CHECK OUT OTHER ARCS THAT ARE PART OF THE HAIRSTYLIST SERIES
(arranged according to the time their story happened)

+ kaisoo's arc: How Convenient, A Hairstylist!
+ hunhan's arc: How-To: Make Your Hairstylist Love You
+ chanbaek's arc: My Hairstylist Loves Me
+ xiuchen's arc: The Hairstylist's Name (vday 2018?)
+ sulay's arc: NOT a Hairstylist (vday 2019?)
+ taoris' arc: To Be Your Hairstylist (vday 2020?)

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