Jungkook had locked himself up in his apartment. He refused to see anyone, or go anywhere until his hair grew back. His stylist had burned off most of it. He looked like an electrocuted chicken.

The others had laughed.

Jungkook had cried.

There were still tears in his eyes when he got home. Balefully he searched for a pair of scissors. He found a pair from under his bed.

Lots of things came from under his bed. There was another world under there.

Reluctantly, Jungkook cut off the remains of his beautiful locks, or what had been. The charred hair fell over his shoulders and on the carpet.

Jungkook dropped the scissors.

"Ouch!" Cried a female voice.

He jumped. What was it? A sasaeng? The scissors? The remains of his sanity?

Something crawled off the floor.

He came face to face with a young woman who clutched her head, where a bump had formed.

"You hit me," she mumbled. "I want to go home."