stupidity S T R I K E S could be a proper title for the situation. when you have exactly one hundred self-portraits created by none other than a group of 14 year old students — and you PROCRASTINATED until the last possible moment to grade them, you’ll find yourself in the exact same predicament as jinyoung. what better to keep his focus than chewing the entirety of a pack of gum all at once? what worse could happen besides falling A S L E E P with the wad still in his mouth? not for long —- the pink lump had to have been personified, had a mind of its own the way that it had spread itself into the raven locks of hair that adorned jinyoung’s head. his brother would know just what to do. but his brother wasn’t here, in another country, and jinyoung had been yanking at the shit all day long. it was to ask for help — or to start the new trend of bubblegum haircuts. ”um…this is gonna be weird, but…do you know how to get bubblegum out of hair? i fucked up…”
Dae took in the situation uncharacteristically silent. What to do with bubblegum in hair? She’d done this before, sticking a wad of gum behind her ear in an effort to mimic that girl from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was not a trick you could get away with if you had longer hair she’d found out. Luckily she’d been able to hide it long enough to find a solution that was not the matron chopping it all off. Now if only she could remember what that solution had been. “Come with me,” she says leading him into the kitchen of the small apartment. She finds the bottle of vegetable oil and pulls out a chair from the table, “Sit down and let me see the damage. How did you manage to do this exactly?” She’s sure she’s going to laugh about it eventually, but priorities, and lack of sleep are telling her to wait on that.
