The One

10

"You guys have an interview at 4 p.m." My aunt's voice spoke through the phone.

"What? Why so sudden?" I placed the phone on my other hand while I scratched my head in frustration.

"We need to update the people on how you're doing Hyun, or else all of this will be pointless."

"Ugh, fine." I gave in and slumped down on my bed.

"The stylists will be there at 2 p.m. sharp so tell the boys about this."

"Okay." I hung up and wore my slippers.

I turned the golden doorknob of my bedroom door and stepped out of my room. It's currently just 10 a.m. in the morning. The boys are probably already at the dining room.

"Hi guys." I entered and all the seven boys' head snapped up.

They were already eating breakfast, which was waffles with Nutella inside. I lick my lips and dug in. I was starving.

"Woah, Hyun. Slow down, you might choke." Hoseok giggled as he saw me wolf down my food like I haven't eaten in years.

"Oh, I have an announcement." I said after I gulped down a glass of milk.

I saw Namjoon gulp in the corner of my eye. He must be uneasy because of the photo incident.

"What is it?" Jin asked, his mouth still half full of waffles.

"You'll have an interview with my company later at 4 p.m. Stylists will arrive at 2 and you'll have the interview individually." I clasped my hands together and gave them a hopeful smile.

I heard muttered 'okay's and saw some nods. I also heard a relieved sigh from Namjoon.

I stood up from my chair and headed up to my room, planning to complete my bullet journal as I wait for the time.

[...]

"Annyeonghaseyo." The stylists arrive and bowed. There were around 10 of them, a mixture of men and women.

The boys greeted them back and I could see the honey fallin from the women stylists' eyes. I rolled my eyes, stay in your lanes girls.

"Okay so, you will be with Namjoon..." I started assigning the members to their stylist. Good thing there were some men stylists. I paired Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook with men.

"The rest will go with me." I announced and clapped my hands two times. "Now get going."

The two ladies followed me up to my room and set down the things they brought, 2 makeup boxes and a huge bag.

I sat down in front of my dresser and they started working their magic. The first girl started to curl my hair and tied in half while the other one did my makeup.

"Just a natural makeup look please. Nothing big." I requested, afraid she might doll me up too much.

"Of course miss." She smiled at me and continued my makeup.

After an hour or so, they were finally done with me.

"Which one will look better? This one," I raised up a black button down shirt with small roses printed on, "or this one?" I raised up my other hand, which is a blouse with embroidery on the  two ribbons which you can tie to form a bow.

The stylists looked at each other before one of them says, "The black one miss."

I nodded and placed the embroidered blouse back in my closet.