7 Steps to a Broken Ladder

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"How should I style your hair?" The hair stylist, who was available for you, was specially there in BigHit because of Min Yoongi, his stylist. True to her skills, no one else other than her special finger touches made him more attractive. And likewise to the beyond of your imaginations, she was the only one who stayed back and decided to style your hair. You, for a second, had thought 'it must be Yoongi', but then she told you she liked you so naturally she stayed back.

"Just any simple style you would like." You replied and smiled at a messed hair reflection of yours on the mirror. Contrary to a black dress, that flowed to a little lower than your knees, a thin and tight attached belt, with the sleeveless, and thin net strips laterally covering your arms, your hair looked messy. Your face too, after what had happened in your room.

Everyone had already left for the date, and it was around eight to fifteen hitting on the clock.

"....I will be the only one for you to date." Yoongi's 'drunk' words repeated in your mind as your heart rate accelerated slightly.

'Will he really do that?' You asked yourself only to get a shake of head as an answer by yourself. 'No, no. He was just drunk.'

"Are you nervous about the date?" The stylist glanced at you, politely smiling trying to calm you down as you laughed nervously, rubbing your hair.

"Eh...yes...a little." You said, looking down to hide a pinch of redness on your face.

"It's ok. Let's make you the beauty-over-swoon lady of the day on the date arena, for today." She said and smirked as you perked up, looking at her in the mirror. This time your face actually turned red as you gave her a tight smile.

"Not beauty for the day...." You muttered as you looked away, with a small tingle of sadness panging at your heart. "I just want to see him."

Fading into your thoughts for a couple of minutes, you let her do her magic as she used to over Yoongi's hair.

"Here it is...and the last curl. There! Look at the mirror."

You slowly glanced up at your reflection at the mirror, as your eyes slightly dilated, lips parting in a pure disbelief that it was looking at yourself.

I can be...can be like this?

Ever since you came to another, a newer, realm, you didn't pay better attention to yourself and rather, going on with the flow you took care of everything else. Neither you ever even in your own world, could ever be sighted as someone new yet familiar, latent in yourself.

The times you used to hear the same words repeating before you, that you would never be able to return to a 'normal' self, if you did not cooperate with them, you had regained those memories, almost forgetting you were there, at the present.

Your bespeaking eyes, that were looking back at you, spoke enough.

Just when your eyes numb down, and blurry, a ring creaked through the air. Your stylist went towards the door, revealing it, "Oh you are here." She said and walked over to you, as you stood up.

"Sejun is here to take you to the venue." She smiled, as Sejun appeared from behind her, smiling and awed glancing at you.

"Miss Y/n, you look beautiful." He politely said.

You looked down, returning back a soft smile, "Thank you," Turning to the stylist, you held her hands, "Thank you too, for returning me to me."

She grinned, "Nope."

Unlike a serious Yoongi, his stylist spoke of a contradiction.

"Let's go." Sejun said, and left as you followed him.