Fields of Gold (MYG)✔️

Part 59

The next morning, you arrived bright and early with guests in tow. Apparently, Yoongi had asked Jason and Derek for guest passes and Tae and Jimin got themselves back into their uncle outfits and you all bundled down to the set.

Yoongi had the early call and was in hair and makeup almost immediately, so you escorted Jimin and Tae around. Thankfully Tae toned down the voice for his uncle outfit, so he wasn't constantly shouting, but you'd forgotten how slow Jimin's walk was in his, so it kind of evened out your walk around the film lot.

You managed to get both Jimin and Tae into the trailer, then went into the bedroom while they took off at least the top half of the prosthetics for their outfits so they could breathe.

You felt terrible that they had to be in all that just in order to be in public, but Jimin assured you it was safer for everyone this way.

"Lesson learned the hard way (Y/N)," was all he would tell you, but the look in Tae's eyes and the hand on Jimin's leg nervously tapping told you how important it was. You mentioned to the boys that you hadn't yet seen Yoongi's public outing outfit and they both giggled.

"You'll recognize him Noona, but he doesn't have to use it very often. I'm surprised you don't need security here at all, I kind of like the obliviousness of Americans," said Tae and you agreed that your fellow countrymen didn't seem to be mobbing the boys while they were here.

"But we also haven't gone to a music store, or anyplace that screams "K-POP IDOL"," you said using air quotes around Idol and Jimin nodded.

"People see what they want to see, but when they see this outfit, they don't see Park Jimin, and I'm ok with that," he said, and you smiled.

You got the text from the PA you'd been dreading. They were ready for you in hair and makeup. You frowned so hard at your phone, Jimin laughed.

"It's really not that terrible (Y/N), honest," said Jimin and you groaned. You stood up and leaned over and poked him in the tummy.

"That's because you don't have to be in corsets and a hoop skirt when you do it Jimin," you responded. You made sure the boys were comfortable and let them know either you or Yoongi or your friend Derek would come get them in about an hour and bring them over to where they could watch the film. Tae pointed to the fridge and Jimin grabbed the tv remote.

"We're good Noona, off you go, no delays!" said Tae, and he pushed you out the door of the trailer.

You grumbled to yourself about little brothers and headed off to the makeup trailer. You greeted the people in the trailer, and they immediately got you into a chair and started their work. Yoongi had reminded you to bring your earbuds and you left one out so you could listen to the commands of the artists working your hair and face.

You knew from the script and some of Yoongi's costuming that the film seemed to be set somewhere between 1870 and 1900 in Chicago and so you were expecting it when the hairdresser started to wrap your hair in coke cans.

"Volume," he said, and you nodded. You tuned back into your music and closed your eyes against the warmth of the curling irons and bobby pins being pushed into your skull.

You opened your eyes a bit later to see your hair had been piled up on your head, in some imitation of a Gibson girl. You complimented the hairdresser on the beautiful knot he'd done on your hair, and he shook his head as he contemplated it.

"There's a few angles to this shot, so even if they find the hat they want you in, there still should be a shot of you from behind so the knot will make it into the film," he said and you smiled, still fairly firm in your belief all this effort was silly because it was just going to be cut.