I wake up to my alarm clock going off, Madtown's 'OMGT' playing loudly. I throw off my covers and go to my dresser, pulling out my work uniform. Black skinny jeans and a black button up. I slip them on and head to the bathroom.
My second alarm on my phone goes off, signaling I have ten minutes left to get ready. I brush my teeth and wash my face, then brush trough my wave hair. I grab my makeup bag and phone of the counter before leaving.
I lock the door to my small one story house and start the walk to my job at a small music store. The walk was short, which I was grateful for during the winter months, right now being that time.
While walking I passed by a clothing store and stopped to admire the clothing in the window. A black skirt accompanied by a white button up and black blazer. Business attire, something I hoped to be wearing at a job one day. I turn away from the window and continue the walk to my job.
I push open the door and wave at my boss. I go to the back room, put on my makeup and clock in.
"Jiwon I need to go run an errand, I'll be back later." My boss said.
"Okay, I'll be fine." He left the store with a wave, leaving me alone.
I sit on the stool behind the counter and look through a stack of CDs. The bell on the door rand and I looked up. I gasp in surprise, it was the boy in my dreams. He looked he exact same, the out for was different though.
I quickly hid behind the counter in fear. Was he here to kill me?
"Excuse me, is anyone here?" He asked. I stood up slowly, pretending I was putting something up.
"Hello, is there anything you need help with?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"I need to find an album by an american singer, do you have them?" He asked. I nodded and took him to the isle.
"Pop at the beginning, rap in the middleish, alternative after that, and other genres at the back." He nodded and started looking through the CDs.
I went back to my seat behind the counter and observed him. His hair was a bit longer than in the dreams, and he looked handsomer. He didn't have anything that could be used as a weapon in his hands, making him look friendlier. His jeans were still black, nut he was wearing a light pink sweater instead of a red one.
He looked back at me while I was staring and smiled at me. i quickly looked away and continued looking through the Cds on the counter.
"I'm done shopping." The voice frightened me and II jumped from my seat. A small chuckle left the dudes lips followed by, "Easy there," and another chuckle.
I smiled sheepishly at him and looked at his CD. Troye Sivan's Blue Neighborhood. "Nice Music taste."
"It's, uh, for a friend." He said. I nodded and rung it up.
"Ten eighty-six is your total." The guy handed me eleven dollars and I gave him his change.
He went to grab the small sack the CD was in but stopped and looked at me, "Names Namjoon by the way." then he grabbed the sack and left. I was confused, flustered, and scared.
I now know the name of the odd man in my dreams. It probably wasn't the guys name, but that's what I'm calling dream boy.
