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

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Him

I paced anxiously around my room waiting for something, anything to happen. If there was anything at all that I hated more than redeye flights, it was waiting. I ran my fingers through my hair to keep me from destroying my nail-beds. They were already chewed down as far as possible from the concerts. Was she going to text soon? How long until she would have time to sit down and read my note?

Jungkook gave me a weird look from his bed. "What are you waiting for, hyung? A phone call?"

I sat down next to him and flopped onto my back. He peered sideways at me with a teasing expression on his face. 

"Something like that,"

He put a finger to his chin thoughtfully. "Who could you be expecting a call from?" A wicked grin curled along his lips. "Could it be your new stylist? The pretty one everyone is talking about?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin. "No! Why would you ask that?" I bit back a curse. I had had too anxious of a reaction. Dammit, he was going to know for sure now.

Jungkook cackled and danced happily around the room. "Ah-ha! I knew there was something going on! I saw the way you looked at her in the lobby. And at that first concert in LA. And don't think no one noticed when you conveniently bumped into her and her friend on the tarmac." An embarrassed blush crept up my neck as he pointed out every weakness I had for the intriguing new stylist.

Jungkook suddenly stopped pacing. He studied my face carefully. His eyes lit up, sparkling with glee. "Oh, you've got it bad for her, hyung. Is that where you snuck off to this morning? To go meet up with her somewhere?"

"No I-" He gave me a flat stare. I threw my hands up in frustration. "Okay, fine! I was. Are you happy now?" He nodded, smirking. I glared at him suspiciously. "It was only for a few minutes, if that's what you're thinking. As far as the manager and others and you know," I said jabbing a finger at his chest, "I was checking in with the front desk to ask for some extra key cards." 

"Whatever you say, hyung." He rolled his eyes in a teasing manner. I pressed my lips into a thin line. Jungkook was more than what most assumed of him. He was not the handsome, innocent maknae everyone thought he was. Yes, he was handsome but two seconds inside his gamer-wired mind would fry your circuits. He sat back on the bed and continued to fiddle with his camera, a poster-boy look of innocence plastered on his face.

I slid my phone back out of my pocket. I fiddled with the case nervously. What if PD found out about how distracted I was getting? Would she get another department transfer? Would I be able to see her again? If Jungkook could spot that something was up with me, would everyone else in the group find out, too?

Hiroko would be dismissed immediately from our personal staff, no questions asked. What would happen to the rest of the band if more people took notice of my apparent fascination with Miss Hiroko? Even small scandals could ruin an entire group's reputation and demolish everything they had worked for. If I wanted this to work, I needed to act as if there was almost nothing but stiff respect and a job between us. I ran a hand through my tangled hair again before setting off to completely destroy my nail beds. 

This was going to be impossible. 

My phone buzzed. I launched myself at it across the bed. 

Jungkook laughed mercilessly at my antics. "Poor, hyung. You'll never escape now,"

"Oh, shut up." I chucked a hefty decorative pillow in his direction.

Sender: Unknown

Hoseok? Is this you?

I felt a smile tug at the corners of my lips. That hadn't taken too long. I eagerly typed back a reply.