Stylist {j.h} A BTS Fanfiction - ON HIATUS

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Her

The rising stage piece slid into the slot in the ceiling above and I lost sight of him. I readjusted the supply bag on my shoulder and moved to go back to the prep area. 

I caught one of the senior stylists shooting me a disapproving look out of the corner of my eye as I walked down the hallway. A number of them had spoken out against my sudden switch into their department. I didn't blame them. I was from photography. Why should it be me instead of a makeup assistant? 

I could hear the pointed whispers as I walked back to my station. 

"She's too young for this! She'll just screw it all up."

"They seriously think the photography intern can take over for Somin? It's ridiculous."

"They picked the halfie to do makeup? Gosh, why not start hiring the stage techs to be back-up dancers and throw everything else out of wack?"

I lowered my eyes and focused on what I was doing. I tried to ignore the pressure on my back from their stares. I pressed my lips together in a line and held my silence. The only people I could talk to comfortably were back in the prep rooms or filming out in the arena. I would have to wait a while before I could speak freely again.  

I shifted uncomfortably as I walked around the station. I had so many questions but I knew no one would help me. Most of the staff had ignored me for my first four months on the job in the videography department. But I had at least found a place where I was accepted. I would have a much harder time on the floor fitting in. 

It was my dream to one day be able to do more than just filming, but a stylist? Yes, I had a background in cosmetology, but I was a film major. I wanted to not just follow stage directions and flip switches but be the one to give them and design my own sets. 

A cluster of senior staff flitted past where I was working. They shot me a few glares over their shoulders and giggled conspiratorially to each other. 

I sighed disheartened. At least Hoseok had tried to make me feel welcomed. I felt my face heat up at the thought of him and tried to focus back on the makeup drawers I was organizing. He had shown me kindness. He had tried to ease the enormous burden on my shoulders by being funny and lighthearted about any mistakes I made. 

I suspected that deep inside, he had been through the same feelings I felt as a trainee. He must have gone through so much with this group in their early years. I didn't know much about BTS, but there were stories of how hard they had had to work in the beginning. He had been the newbie once and wasn't one to forget it.

I closed my eyes and let the pulsating beats of the music consume my thoughts. The music resonated through me. I couldn't hear their voices but their passion and enthusiasm were clear nonetheless. The screams and cheers from the crowds rose sharply. I smiled to myself. The group really was amazing. Their influence was not something to be trifled with.

A sharp voice shattered my fleeting moment of peace. An older stylist I didn't recognize stood directly in front of me, spittle flying as she yelled into my face. "Hata!" 

 I looked up at her and quickly wiped the smile from my face. "Yes?"

The woman gave me an irritated scowl. "Go get the outfits ready for the next set. And hurry!"

"I will," I bowed my head slightly and hurried off to follow her orders. I discreetly shot her a dirty look before heading off on her errand.