"Are you kidding me? Am I supposed to see his face like every day?"
Emma, my roommate grumbled while I was sticking my HD printed posters of my favourite idol over my tedious cupboard.
"Yes, but don't you know the difference between ordinary things and blessed things? Now this cupboard is blessed by Jeon Jungkook and you can't treat it like the other ordinary things in this room."
I said it aloud with my arms crossed. A sense of pride prevailed in my tone while I took his name. We both are of same age. He's just 2 months younger than me but he was doing wonders.
"I really don't understand your madness. He's just a human after all. You don't have to treat him like a god. There are many others who have done much better things than him and yet they are not recognised just because they aren't those cute guys?"
Emma said rolling her eyes.
"I agree that there are many who aren't recognised for what they are contributing to the society but that doesn't mean it is all because people are just focused and drooling over some cute boys. We don't stan them for their looks. If so, don't you think them doing modelling and sharing some cute pictures on social media would be more than enough for us? We stan them for who they are and how much dedication they put towards their work." I said it without a break.
"What efforts? Like, Lipsyncing?"
she guffawed for my response which made my nerves rack.
"Didn't you heard the phrase? 'Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder', you can never feel or see the things the way I see until and unless if you were me. So there is no point in discussing." I turned back to place my posters parallel to the ground which wasn't going so well.
Emma felt my vexation so she went back to her bedside and sighed at her helplessness.
In the name of self-motivation, I spent my time in collecting Jungkook pictures and getting it printed out so I haven't touched my assignment.
It was already 3:00 A.M in the morning and I haven't finished my submission work yet which I'm supposed to submit it by tomorrow morning 9:00 A.M.
It's quite common here in my college dorms to be clattering at times like this as everyone else was also trying to finish their own assignment works which have been procrastinated throughout the evening and were squinched up to the midnight.
I'm studying fashion designing. Most of them have this notion that it's one of the easiest and fun field to opt for but believe me it isn't. We have hectic assignments and schedules to work on to bring forth new concepts and ideas.
Sometimes I feel that my brain couldn't take the stress and the level of expectations our college have from their student, so I just feel like giving up everything and try some other course. But then, I can't imagine myself doing anything else other than this. Maybe this what we call passion.
I love what I'm doing so I'm enduring every hardship that I'm facing and just going on though I felt like giving up many times. Though my marks sheet doesn't reflect the efforts that I put.
I dozed off when my swollen red eyes couldn't take it anymore leaving my assignments halfway through.
***
~buzz~ ~buzz~ ~buzz~
My phone constantly kept vibrating. I woke up uncertainly trying to peek into my phone with my half-shut eyes.
Arthur~Need help urgently~ 7:05 A.M
Arthur~Please reply ASAP~ 7:07 A.M
Arthur~We are short of a stylist~ 7:08 A.M
Arthur is my social networking friend. I know him for his amazing photography skills. We have few productive chats now and then but I personally don't know much about him.
y/n ~How may I help you?~
I replied back while I was holding my phone firmly as he doesn't ask for my help very often and I don't want to miss out any of his messages, so I waited for his text patiently.
Arthur~I'm doing a photoshoot with some big company and they have asked me to find a stylist of my working style. I know you are still studying and not a designer yet, but could you please volunteer to do this work for me? I can't find a professional stylist in such a short period of time and they demand too much amount. I'm still a beginner and I don't want to mess up with such a big opportunity. Please don't say no. You are my only hope y/n.~
y/n~I can do it, but I can't assure you for my excellence as I'm lacking experience in field works.~
Arthur~ AH! That's fine. I believe in you. :) Thank you so much~
Big company? I wonder What must have been that company that he is being so worked up about.
Arthur~btw I'm hoping you are not one of those armys~
y/n~ What army are you talking about?~
Arthur~Because the company doesn't want to make things get complicated ~
OH. HOLD ON.
My inner sense has already sensed it and started to send those wild butterflies in my stomach.
y/n~May I know which company are you talking about?~
My lup and dup sounds of the heartbeats were so loud that I can record it on my phone and make a scary bgm tune out of it.
Arthur~Bigbeat~
My tiny orchestra that my heart hosted was halted after that message. That was close though.
I let out a deep breath and shut down my wild fantasies.
Arthur~Sorry, that wasn't the name. haha... I always keep forgetting its name~
Arthur~It's BIGHIT Entertainment company~
HOLY MOLLY FUCK ME.
