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

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Him

I rolled out of bed, stockinged feet making a dull thump against the wood floor. I stood up and paced around the dorm. My heart was pounding. I flicked on the lamp by my bed as I passed it. Why was sleep so elusive?  

Jimin sat up in bed as I made another circuit around the shared room. He covered his eyes from the dim light  "Hyung? What are you doing up?" 

I sat down in my desk chair. My knees bounced up and down with a frantic energy. "I can't sleep. I know I should try, but I just can't seem to get my mind to stop running at a hundred miles an hour." I ran my fingers through my hair. What was wrong tonight?

"Are you stressed about something?" He rubbed his tired eyes. 

"No, it's not like that. My mind just won't let me rest. I have ideas spinning through my head and I can't figure out how to put them to paper."

Jimin swung his legs out over the side of the bed. He cocked his head to the side curiously. "Is it more ideas for your mixtape?

I sighed and rubbed my hand over my eyes. "I don't know, Jimin. Maybe I should drive down to the studio and try to write it out. I don't think I'll be able to sleep so I might as well do something productive."    

Jimin shuffled across the room. He kept a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he made his way over. I rolled my eyes at him as he plopped down in the chair next to me. His hair stuck up at funny angles in the back. He didn't seem to care about it. 

"Hyung, can I ask you something?" He bit his bottom lip nervously.

I nodded, perplexed by his sudden change in attitude. His normally bubbly vibe was smothered by grave solemnity and nervousness. "Yeah, what is it?"

He scrunched his face up a little. "It might be a bit personal. Will you still answer?" I nodded slowly. "Is there something going on between you and Miss Hata?" 

My heart stopped. "W-What? Miss Hata?" How did he know? Who had told him? 

He shrugged like it meant nothing. "Yeah. You seem so comfortable around her at the concerts. There were a few times that you disappeared that she did, too." He paused for a moment, eyes alighting on my phone. 

I felt cold. My hands grow restless. Jimin knew. He knew we were texting and talking and sneaking out. 

He squirmed and fidgeted as I stared at him. I needed to find out how much he knew. Would he report to us?

"I want to know what's really going on with you and Miss Hata. I think she's pretty. I know you think she's pretty." His eyebrows quirked up curiously. "You are friends, right? Only friends?"  

I clenched my teeth. I pinch my hands between the mattress and my legs to keep them from giving me away. I wanted to scream no. I didn't want to be just friends with Hata Hiroko. How could I be? I couldn't pin down exactly what it was that first caught my attention with her but there was no way I was giving up before I found it.

He put a hand on my shoulder, making me look up at him. "J-Hope? Is there something going on between you and Miss Hata?"

I bit the inside of my cheek. 'Hiroko, please don't kill me for this.' 

"I think she is a very cute person and we are getting to be good friends..." I took a deep breath. Please, please, please let this be the right thing to say. "But you know the rules, Jimin. We can't date." I hesitated. "Not seriously, at least." 

His eyes widened in shocked surprise. "You didn't,"

I grinned impishly and winked. "I can still flirt, can't I?"