Daydream |JHS|

Part 1

Your P.O.V.

Just a few rooms left to clean, and you can go home.  Not that you're looking forward to going home to clean up after your roommate. This is not the life you were hoping for when moving to L.A. from the Midwest, but what can you do?  You won't be getting out of this rut soon if you don't finish that screenplay.

You've been here for a year now, hoping to become a screenwriter for the next big comedy series.  You thought you'd be a shoo-in as a simple joke writer until you finish your concept for a brand-new show.  But this is L.A., and nothing ever goes as planned in the beginning.  At least, being a housekeeper in this nice hotel means that you don't have to deal with a lot of the stuck up people that stay here, and you can play your headphones while cleaning in a room, too, as long as you aren't caught.

That's exactly what you're doing now.  You're on the final floor on your list, cleaning for some sort of VIPs, dancing and singing while you work.  The walls are thicker on this floor, so nobody has to know how bad your singing is.  Now, before you know it, the beds are made, bathroom's clean, and you've moved onto the vacuum.  Whoever the guest in this room is, he must smell amazing, if that expensive cologne on the bathroom counter is any indication.

You're shakin' it to some "Daydream" by J-Hope, oblivious to the world around you.  Your phone falls out of your pocket, disconnecting the headphones, and bouncing a couple of feet behind you.  You turn to pick it up, mumbling a couple of expletives, when you see a pair of legs crossed over at the ankles.  Frozen in a squat, you follow the length of the black and red Puma sweatpants upward to a simple red, sleeveless shirt, then up to the smiling face of the man standing there.

You're startled at the view of the tall, clearly athletic, man in front of you.  He's a little sweaty from the gym, by the looks of it, and has the biggest smile you've ever seen.  His friendly appearance is amplified by the way his entire face lights up with his smile.  Normally, a client would be furious to see the "cleaning lady" in their room, even though you have a sign on the door stating your presence, but the man in front of you doesn't seem bothered by your presence at all. 

In fact, you'd say he seems entertained.  Then, you remember what you were dancing to before your phone fell, and the mystery man before you is the best damned dancer you've ever seen in your life.  You abruptly stand, and lower your head in embarrassment, forgetting about the phone still playing his music. 

"I'm so sorry, sir.  I'll grab my things and get out of your way."

You unplug the vacuum and turn to see he's picked up your phone for you.  It's now playing "Ego", and you're more embarrassed than ever.  While the playlist is set to random, it seems to be favoring J-Hope, at the moment.  That figures, since this is the man standing before you.

Before you can take the phone, however, J-Hope starts dancing and singing with it in his hand.  As professional as you want to be, you can't help but to laugh at the irony.  Not only is he happy to see you playing his songs, but he's giving you a private performance.  You begin to laugh with him, and he urges you to dance, too.

You blush and shake your head.

"Come on, dance with me!  You were dancing a minute ago."

He's now exaggeratedly pouting, and you can't help it; you let out a fit of giggles.  Now the song has changed over to "Idol", and he's happily moving, again.  Fine.  The guest asks, the guest gets.  You start to dance along in your own, uncoordinated way, while he freestyles next to you.  Is this really happening?

Then your alarm goes off, signaling that you should be done with this room and moving on to the next.  Oh no!  He hands you the phone, unperturbed by the interruption, and you turn off the alarm.