The New Stylist A BTS fanfiction

The biggest mask

*Flashback to last night* 

I limped towards my door, blood smearing onto the concrete surface. I shaked in pain as I reached to get my keys out and managed to open the door. It took me ages to gently put down my things and place myself gently on the couch. The pain was unreal, as if on my arms and legs, blades were running through them and on my stomach this pounding, pain. I didn't want to move, I prayed that it would all go away tomorrow and i'm able to do work tomorrow. I needed to get up and get the first-aid kit which was across the room, in a small cupboard beneath the TV. I sighed in annoyance and hesitated, but finally I managed to get up and droop over towards the cupboard. I sat on the floor with the opened box next to me. I took out ointment and a antiseptic liquid that burned like 1000 candles against my arms and my legs. After washing it I put some ointment on my cuts and left them. I felt my legs going numb, so with the little strength in my body I gathered some ice and other things I might need and placed them on the coffee table. I wouldn't bother changing ot of my bloody, shredded clothes it would need too much movement. As I collaped on the sofa I felt my legs going numb, so I didn't dare move them. I applied some ice onto my bruised stomach and left it there. I opened my front camera and I had a huge scar going across my right cheek, but it was thin. I put some ointment on it and i'll just cover it all up tomorrow. I layed down carefully, since every move sent a throbbing shock through my veins. I started crying and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

*The next morning*

I woke up on the couch with a huge yawn, but as I stretched my arms out I immediately put them down since the pain flooded through my body again. I actually had a good sleep and managed to forget about last night, but it all came back. I tried moving my legs and luckily I could, they still hurt but not as much. I lifted up my top to look at my stomach and luckily the cuts and blackness had lessened. I looked at the cuts on my arm and legs and they had slightly gotten better. I opened up my front camera once again, the gash was still there but i'm sure a bit of makeup could cover it up. I tried to get off the couch and luckily I could, but I don't think I'll be walking. I could use my hands but I couldn't really stretch my arms. Since Kyung took the car i'd have to find another way. The pain had lessened but the scars were clearly visible and a hug from the boys could pissible kill me. I remembered their words to stay away from BTS, but i'm not going too. I work with them and I have all rights i'm not gonna let them control me...

I got up to freshen up and change out of tattered clothes. I took a shower, but the hot water stinged against my scars. "I really liked these" I said as I bundled up the clothes and trashed them. I wore a black and white full sleeved turtle neck, denim leggings and some black boots. I sat infront of my vanity and tried to apply my makeup to cover up as much as I could. I hated putting on so much makeup but I had no choice, I had to be careful so it wouldn't smudge or anything. I quickly grabbed my keys and bag and headed outside. I stood on the doorstep thinking about how I should get to work when a familiar sleek, black holden pulled up in front of me. The windows rolled down and a guy with sunglasses stared at me, he lowered his sunglasses revealing a familiar face. "Oh hey Kangmin!" I say smiling and running closer towards the window. "Hey noona need a ride?" I nod desperately and hop on. I put on my own sunglasses and he drove off. 

"So Kangmin how've you been?" I say looking out the window. "Not too bad noona, I was just going to work as well" 

"Oh really where do you work now?"

"This office, my dad wants me to have some experience before I take over his company"

"oh nice"