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

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Her

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I pressed my face into a pillow to block out the sunlight poking through a chink in the curtains. I didn't want to wake up. Just five more minutes, please? Then I'd promise to get up for the day. 

I pushed aside the annoying beeping sound, determined to finish the dream. I dove back deeper into the lull of sleep. The bright, inviting surface of the waking world disappeared as I fled deeper into my subconscious. Couldn't I sleep in a bit longer? I strained to touch the delicate, shimmering bubble that was my dream. My fingers brushed its silky slick surface. I grabbed hold of it eagerly. I held my dreams in my palms. The dream felt weightless and full of sunlight. It also felt as heavy as the mountains and as black as the deepest trenches. 

I watched the glowing bubble with fascination. I could almost see the dream's colors and story playing out in my hands. I bent closer to get a better look at the people laughing and dancing inside. It looked so happy inside the fairytale in my hands. I saw myself dancing in the arms of a man. I was smiling up at him. The man spun me around, laughing without a care in the world. I couldn't see his face. 

I craned my neck around the bubble, trying to see who it was that was making me smile so. The man in the dream turned to the side, allowing me to see a corner of his face. His image was flickering between people. Takai, Hoseok, Jimin, Chai. Each version of the man gave me a radiant smile before melting and shifting back into the swirl of eyes and lips. It never stopped or lingered too long on any one of them. 

The man's face stopped changing and settled on a face. I inched closer to the bubble's surface. Who had the face stopped on? The image was blurred.  

I didn't notice how tight my grip had become. My tentative hold on it was tight and desperate. The dream bubble popped. The happy, glowing image of me and the mysterious man turned to mist. 

I groaned. If only I had seen the man's face! I finally sat up to shut off my blaring alarm. My hand slapped around on the bedside table. At last, my fingers found the button. I smashed it down victoriously. The annoying sounds immediately went silent. I stared blankly at the wall for a moment. My body working furiously to catch up with my thoughts. 

What had that dream meant? The shifting faces, the radiant glow of happiness. It had meant something but I couldn't put my finger on it. I shook my head, trying to bring back the quickly fading memories to no avail. 

I pulled back my blankets. A dull thunk of something falling off my bed. I lunged for where the object had fallen. I stuck my arm down off the side of my bed. My fingers brushed against the side of my phone. I snatched it up eagerly. Shoot, had it even charged last night? 

I turned it on. I glanced at the battery life. Only 43% left?! I scrambled to reach the nightstand. I jabbed the charger cord in.  A notification bubble pulsed on screen. Was it Hoseok?

I suddenly felt very awake and alert at the thought of it being Hoseok. I squinted at the text on the screen. My vision fuzzed. Everything was very out of focus. I could barely make out the words. I rubbed my eyes. Ah, I had left my contacts in again, hadn't I? I'd have to wear glasses today if I wanted to not look like I had stayed up all night. I squinted at my phone again, determined to read who it was that had sent the notification. 

1 Missed Call

From: Unknown Sender at 1:23 AM

I frowned. Who would be trying to call me that early in the morning? I tapped the screen a few more times. A glowing phone icon bounced up and down on the screen. I waited for the person on the other side of the line to pick up.