ONE
Oɴ Yᴏᴜʀ Sɪᴅᴇ [ DISCONTINUED ]The alarm blaring loudly echoed through the small apartment. Movement could be seen from the bed, deep within the covers. A figure sat up, eyes squinting to adjust to the lighting.
"Where's my phone..."
With a groan, she reached her hand out - searching for her phone to shut the damn alarm off. She rubbed her eyes to get a better look at the time. Her eyes widened before she jumped out of her bed.
", is that the time?"
Her head, now fully realising just what time it was, starts to panic. The woman takes off the covers from her figure and she races into the bathroom - showering was not an option given the time restrictions.
Her next actions are done rather aggressively and in a quick manner. Splash, splash, splash - the water gets on her face and she wipes it off. She spends barely a minute to brush her teeth before she does a quick breath check and shrugs it off, a mint would cover it up.
Getting dressed isn't any better either. She grabs whatever her hands can reach, does a sniff test before she puts it on. Phone, wallet, identification card, hair tie, mints - she's grabbing things as she gets to the door and does it hit her.
"My keys!" She slaps her hand on her forehead, running back to the bedside table and forcefully swipes the keys from the surface. The door closes with a firm 'click' and she locks it before shoving said keys into her bag. She needs to run if she wants to make it to the bus on time.
Not that she wasn't already late but speed was necessary now. Her hand takes a firm grip on the handrail before she jumps down a notable amount of stairs. She does this until she finally reached the ground floor and nearly trips in the middle of her run to catch the said bus.
"Late again, Haeun?" the bus driver smiles at her just as she's the last one to get on. It's not the first time the woman was rushing and it certainly wasn't going to be the last time either. All she does is smile at him, taking a breather as she sits down on an empty seat.
"Good morning!" The short-haired woman greeted her fellow co-workers before setting her station up. She's rolling up her sleeves, clipping her hair back so it doesn't get in the way of her job. Her eyes lit up when she sees a fellow co-worker and close friends of hers, "Hi, Jihyun - morning."
"You're late, Haeun. Not that it's anything new but you should really fix that punctuality of yours," Jihyun commented as she snipped off a customer's hair. "There's a customer waiting in front. All yours."
Haeun rolls her eyes at Jihyun's comment, "Remind me who was the one, exactly, who got a notice from the boss for her tardiness?"
Jihyun answers back by 'accidentally' bumping her hips against Haeun followed by sticking out her tongue at Haeun. Haeun's about to get back at her but a stern cough from their boss makes Haeun let the matter go - for the moment.
Work at the salon isn't anything particularly hard for her - it's not what she wants to do but hey, rent can't get paid by itself. She's a fast learner and a hard worker, a reason why she was able to land a job at the salon despite being fresh off from the hairdressing workshops. It's not that hard of work, as long as you give the customers what they wanted and not mess up, you'll save yourself a scolding from the boss.
Customers come and go from the salon - male, female, adults, kids, teenagers and old people. Some of them talk a lot but most of them are quiet as Haeun works her scissors and skills on styling their hair to their preferred image. Haeun goes through metres and metres of hair in a single day, smells the scent of hair dye and sweeps away all unneeded hair from the floors of the salon and throws them into the trash.
When there's no customer, Haeun finds herself just silently sitting down on the couch. Jihyun knows what she's doing so she leaves her alone, alone with her thoughts.
"This isn't what I want to do," Haeun thinks,
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