Arthur ~You haven't answered me yet. You are not an army, right?~
Suddenly my body started to behave strangely. I forgot to breathe.
"Omg! this can't be happening. I think I'm dreaming." I muttered under my breath.
I was having cold sweat all over my body. A sense of excitement that was wanting me to make a huge announcement on every social media that I know and also a sense of fear creeping through me for the message I was above to send him.
y/n ~Not really, I don't know much about it~
No way that I'm going to lose such an opportunity so easily. Is it going to be the end of the world for such a tiny lie? I don't think so.
Arthur ~Great! I'll forward your details to them.There are seven members. Each of them has a different personal stylist and a main stylist who coordinates with them. We'll wait till they assign one to you.~
So, I'm getting to work with one of the BTS members? All these days I was just hoping to see them from afar through concerts but I'm actually getting a chance to work with them and be part of such influencing company for a while? I must have done something extensively good in my past that such miracle happened to me out of blue.
y/n ~sure. :)~ I tried to hide my 101 different kinds of crazy emotions that were built inside me with a short text.
I woke up from my bed and possibly became rather too boisterous. I got to freshen up and took my half done assignments for submission calculating the chances for me to pass with it anyway.
I turned my phone from silent to vibration and kept touching my trouser pocket during my lectures, every so often for any sign of notification which I didn't get any.
I came back to my room being so damn exhausted and disappointed for my over-thinking brain which wasn't letting me concentrate in the class and was randomly hitting me with different imaginary scenarios that would take place if I were bts stylist.
I pushed away all the leftover litter of assignment on my bed and fell on my bed like a corpse. Closing my eyes pleading my brain to leave me alone, I took a quiet nap.
My phone kept vibrating occasionally but I was too tired to give a damn. Nothing really matters to me when I'm sleeping. I'm sure I will be the first one to die if this building got into a fire just because I didn't wake up from my amazing nap.
Being satisfied with my beauty sleep I turned towards my phone to check for any notifications and to my surprise there were many. I kept scrolling down my notification till my eyes landed on Arthur message box. I pressed open on the text box without a second thought and read it loud to feed my brain the information well.
Arthur ~Forwarded message: On behalf of the entire team in Bighit entertainment company, has approved your proposal for the new stylist. They are enthusiastic about the youthful slant your working skills assumes and feel it will boost sales of our upcoming album. Of course, we need to discuss the details of the project further. Our manager, Sejin, will call to schedule a time when we can meet and discuss regarding the new stylist.~
Arthur ~They have approved my proposal for you being their stylist. I'm meeting their manager now and we'll discuss the terms and condition of their company. I'll forward you the email where you have to agree that you are not a fan of BTS and you will be very professional and don't invade their privacy. Also, you can't reveal anywhere else that you are working as a stylist for them. I have read and sent you the mail already, Please approve it and sent me back asap.~
You can do this y/n. You just have to act like you don't know them when they are around you. That's it. I hope it is as easy as it sounds to be.
y/n ~Let me know about it once you are done with the discussion.~ It was a late reply. I wasn't expecting a text back from Arthur as he was in meeting with the manager sejin by now.
I went back to my work playing Bts instrumental music in the background from my laptop, trying not to be overwhelmed by whatever is happening in my life.
After two hours of some research work, I felt now I deserve to take a peek at my phone.
Arthur ~Manager Sejin will call you. I gave your number to him~
I adjusted myself and sat in an alert position when I read the text. I wasn't expecting him to call me this fast.
Before I could contemplate his message my phone started to ring, flashing private number on my phone screen. Adjusting my voice, I have lifted the call gaining all the confidence.
"Hello, This is manager Sejin. I hope Arthur have told you about my call." a husky voice greeted me.
"Hi, Arthur has told me about the terms and conditions. I'll sign them and mail it soon. I'm glad to work with such a big company." I kept my voice modulated.
"It's our pleasure, But before signing our contract could you please answer my questions and then proceed with it?"
Is he going to ask the same 'army' question like Arthur? Then bring it on, sir. There's no going back now.
"Yeah, sure. Please proceed with your questions." I persuaded him.
"So, Arthur told me that you don't know much about the company. Why is it so? I thought we are the globally well-known company." His voice was plain. There wasn't a sign of pride while he was saying it. He was just curious.
"It's not just about your company it's just that I'm not into pop music. I love vintage style." At least half of what I said was true. I love vintage style but pop music is in my blood. Gosh, I'm going to hell for this but with these lies let me go to heaven first.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Okay, I think he's getting personal now.
"No. I don't have time for being in relation. I'm busy with my work." I was being honest here. And who needs a boyfriend when you have BTS.
"I'm sorry for asking your personal question Ms.y/n but it's my job to ask so."
"That's okay. Please continue."
"What is more important for you? Money or someone else privacy?"
I don't see the relation between them both but money was never my first priority.
"Money is important to survive but that is not everything. To a certain extent, you can live without it. Skills and your talent decide where you have to be. Mhmm... Someone else privacy? I would rather mind my own business." I told him dead frank without any hesitation.
"Okay, Ms.y/n. My boys would feel safe to work with you. I was planning to ask you more questions but I'm more than satisfied with your answers." his voice changed from plain to silvery.
Mission Accomplished.
"I'm sending you the bts member personal phone numer. Please contact him in an hour. He will be free then."
Phone number? Wait? I thought I will be guided by the main stylist, not by the members directly.
Private number ~ +82 XX XXXX YYYY ~
"I have texted you the number. Please feel free to ask him any doubts regarding the kind of style he prefers for the shoot."
"May I know whose number is that?" I asked him blatantly.
"Jeon Jungkook." He replied.
