Glow

Uncomfortable

It takes a bit, as usual, but I  finally wake up. Not that my eyes open just yet, but I'm fully aware of my immediate surroundings.

Silence. The central air system of the place kicks in occasionally. The blankets are warm, the sheets soft to the touch.

A deep breath in and a sneeze suddenly hits me. My nose tickles, and I itch it. A stretch yearns to be freed from my muscles and bones, so I pull and stretch away from my center to the limits.

Mind wandering to the last time I did yoga, I suddenly feel the need to practice again.

After finally getting up and going to the bathroom I head out to the main room to drink a glass of water and take meds.

Food. The meds won't settle right unless I have food in my stomach.  Opening up the mini fridge I see it's almost empty... but there's still a few quick grab snacks, so I grab a small bag of nuts and look at my phone to see what time it is. 

Reality hits me. I am there alone. Looking up and around I realize just how alone I actually am. A quick shiver goes through me and I dart back down the hallway, looking in a bedroom. There's still luggage there, and I sigh in relief. My phone pings a message so I open it up.

It's from Yoongi. I don't remember giving any of them my phone number, but shrug and just add that question to the list of them to ask later and look to read what he said.

MY: We have practice and set up early today. No one wanted to wake you. Figured you wanted to have some down time from us, so enjoy the day to yourself. We will see you later tonight. Wish us luck!

Dancing with glee at the thought of having the day to myself, to read and enjoy, I text back.

Y/N: How do I pay for room service? You guys cleaned out the snack fridge.

MY: Don't worry about it, order what you want. Actually, can I text you later our requests from room service and you can get them ordered and delivered by the time we get back?

Y/N: abso-fucking-lutely.

He thumbs up my reply and I head to the in-room phone and order breakfast. After hanging up the phone I look around and realize that even without a yoga mat I can probably do most of my stretches safely. Heading towards my bags of new stuff I go into a room, shut the door, and change. 

After I dress I shoot a text to Yoongi again, asking for Manager Sejin's info. It takes him a minute to see it, but he responds back, and when I add him to my contact list, which has always been woefully short, I see the rest of the guys are already in it.

Food comes and I scarf down what I ordered, hungry and eager to get things done today. 

First on my list is to look at what I have, and figure out what I need. A total sum of three changes of clothes, matching number of underwear and socks, one pair of night clothes, hair and tooth stuff for washing, it looks like I was donated some skin care from the guys because I have a box of face masks and some squeeze bottles of liquids with the writing in Korean all together in a zip bag, and a small supply of my meds. I do a quick search via the interwebs and find out that my meds are actually available in South Korea, which makes me sigh in relief before realizing that I'm not actually going to be there for another month or three yet. 

After comparing the rest of their schedule to my search into which countries have the meds I need I start my list of things I still need. More of my meds, a proper luggage case, some footwear other than the heels that I wore to the fan-meet, some cold-weather gear... I look at my phone blankly before the brain cells kick in and I realize I need access to the interwebs in other countries as well.