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

아홉

Her

Hoseok☀️

Yeah, I'll see you then

I made a sound that was half excitement, half choking from shock. He had agreed. Jung Hoseok. An international pop singer. And I was going to meet him in twenty minutes.

Hiroko

Okay

Ara snatched my phone from my hands. 

"Yah! Ara!" I made a go for it. She held it up higher than I could reach. I protested loudly as she started scanning through the texts.

Her jaw dropped. "Oh. My. Gosh! Yun Duo, Hiroko got asked out by J-Hope!"

Yun Duo grabbed my phone from Ara's outstretched hand. 

"Do you mind? Those are private messages- you know what, fine!" I threw my hands up in despair. Nothing was ever private with those two nosey nannies as my friends.

Yun Duo's  eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Hiroko! You have a date and you've only given me twenty minutes to get you ready?" I covered my ears as they both started shouting excitedly.

I slapped a hand to my forehead sarcastically. "Oh, you're right! It's not like I totally asked him if it was okay to move up the time or something weird like that." 

Yun Duo gave me a look . She made shooing motions towards the bathroom in the room next door. I rolled my eyes but smiled anyways. One of the perks of our friendship was our shared love of sarcasm.

I skidded into the bathroom after some more prodding from Ara. I set to work at fix what the airport had done to my makeup. Ara shook with mirth and started rummaging through my suitcase for an outfit. I scowled but didn't say anything. If I had, it would've encourage her to poke more into my things. Yun Duo sprinted in after me to help with my hair.

"Ane*, what do I do? I'm already an emotional wreck from..you know. I haven't dated since then. What if I embarrass myself?" I gave in to her motherly fussing and let her help me with my makeup. 

She brushed a tinted powder across my cheeks. Yun Duo was almost five years my senior and a newly married women. She was a set designer and her husband ran a tech company down the street from the BigHit office. I had been somewhat adopted into her family when I first applied as a rookie photographer under her and we had remained close ever since.

"No worries, Hiro. We'll cover for you. No one will notice. Not even Jina. I am sure J-Hope is doing the same on his end." Her heavily accented Korean was one of the things I loved about her. It made me feel like I fit in more with my own accent.

I glanced at the mirror at her work. Light eye makeup and slight touch ups to my skin. I nodded in approval. She did a better job that I would have. My hands were so shaky with nervous excitement that I would have ended up with mascara all over my cheeks. 

I squeezed her hands gratefully. "Arigato, Yun Duo. You are too good to me."

My thoughts were running a hundred miles per hour. What was Hoseok going to think of her work? Would he say anything? Had it been too long since I had dated that I'd forget everything? 

I shook myself. Enough time to answer them later. I quickly brushed through my frizzy black hair with a comb. Messy bun? Probably for the best. I proceeded to stab said bun with a multitude of bobby-pins until it was more pin cushion than hair. It still managed to wobble dangerously around my head. I sighed. It'd have to do.

I glanced at Ara who was still bent over my suitcase. 

With yet another pin in my hand and several held in between my teeth, I asked, "Did you find anything yet?" I said around the pins. I had yet to change out of the clothes I had worn on the plane.