lost in translation || BTS

break a leg, they'd said

THIS WAS NOT IN MY LIST OF DOING THINGS AS A FELLOW MAKEUP ARTIST FOR BIG FUCKING HIT. AYO HITMAN, WHERE IS MY CONTRACT?

The constant grazing up my thighs, and quick stealthy pecks were making me weak.

HOW AND WHEN DID TAEHYUNG BECOME THIS....?

When I thought this, I looked at him. Staring right into my eyes, as I tried to avoid his gaze. His jaw showing prominently as his face was titled upwards. His chair was higher than usual, so I didn't bend down so much. Thankfully. Or I don't know what he would've done at the show of cleavage.

It was only yesterday that he'd pecked me like a kid, legit only pecked on my lips and nothing else. And today he was feeling me up with a soft brush.

"Ta-tae, stop it." I managed to let out, and focused on doing his makeup. The event was light, but the makeup would obviously have to be heavy. All the boys were appointed three makeup artists. One for base, one for eyes and lips and other one for holding stuff. Taehyung was evidently upset when they allotted me to Hoseok. According to the seating arrangement, we were all positioned in a crisscrossed way. Hoseok was surrounded by three people, and he was facing the passage with his back against the mirrors to the left. Taehyung was right beside him, but his back was facing the mirrors on the left. Which meant Hoseok and Taehyung were facing each other. Which meant my butt was right in front of his face whenever I bent down a little to contour Hoseok's nose. His horse like beautiful slim nose.

Which, to conclude, meant that Taehyung secretly was grazing his long fingers on my thighs.

When their first round of the event was over, they had a ten minute break before going up again. After that they'd have another ten minute break and a two hour long fan sign. All these people would be clawing at my man like he's some kind of meat. But none of them would have what I had during the first ten minute break.

Lustful eyes staring back into my nervous one as I retouched his face.

The retouch did no require a lot of people to be involved, so Taehyung chose me before anyone else could allot me to another member. He was sitting on a table and playing with his mic when I asked him to let me concentrate. His lower lip was rolled out telling me that he was inwardly angry, like a kid, and pouting. "Tae, I'll be done in like three minutes. Okay?" My voice was soft and reassuring, like I was talking with a three year old, explains to him how his icecream would soon arrive.

"Okay." He said, but his voice dropped of sadness. Those lustful eyes were long gone, I don't know how this man can be so bipolar. A minute ago he was stroking my skin, the moment I'd slapped his away he turned into this pouting sad man-child.

I dabbed my finger on his lips trying smoothen out the tint, he suddenly bit onto it and looked at me playfully.

Duality.

"Tae..." I warned him, as he slouched in his seat and swung his legs. I walked from beside him to in between his legs before quickly looking around to see if anyone was noticing us. The room was tightly packed, and the people were too busy to care for an idol kissing his makeup artist. Yeah sure, like that would ever happen.

People would obviously notice.

"Sexy."

THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO SAY 'SIT' PROPERLY BUT CAN SAY SEXY WITHOUT PAUSE AND IN PERFECT PRONUNCIATION!

My heart thumped against my chest and that tingly feeling down there made my knees wobble. He gripped my waist when he saw how I was becoming weak under him so easily. It was hard to keep my hands away from him, I wanted him so bad. Just us, without anyone looking at us. Without caring to check if people were capturing us.