BTS Scenario

~Kim Taehyung~

Coming to Korea to find a job was not only very hard but also as exhausting. The past few days you ran out of money and you needed a job quickly. It seemed luck was on your side when BigHit invited you to a job interview.

As a fresh new make-up artist, with only two years experience  in this domain, and also new in Korea you hadn't made any connections that were necessary to start your business life. Of course, you needed to find more jobs, since Bighit wouldn't make use of you 24/7, yet for a start, you were extremely happy that you could at least earn your breakfast.

On your first day, BTS had a concert in Seoul and the boys looked tired and devastated. You did have some work experience with singers, but you haven't seen any star looked so stressed before. Usually, American and European celebrities looked more relaxed, yet you guessed that Korea had high standards when it came to bands and idols.

You were assigned to style the boy named Taehyung and the manager explained the concept to you. You quickly understood and ran straight to your waiting canvas. The situation was already heated and the make-up artists were engrossed in their jobs, casually talking to the members.

You admired them. You were actually a really nice and likable person but only after you get close to people. So you prepared your workplace quietly as Taehyung sat down and started working your way avoiding any unnecessary eye contact.

Taehyung frowned, while you applied the foundation on and you couldn't finish, yet you were too afraid to ask where the problem was. An idea stroke you and you started massaging his temples, which helped relax his muscles. A peaceful expression overcame him and you smiled in relief.

You continued your work feeling Taehyungs eyes on you the entire time. You felt sweat beads on your forehead as a result of being nervous. Engaged in doing your work faster you hoped that the torture was going to end soon. Somehow their stressed looks appeared really judging to you and they made you believe you didn't do your work properly.

The last touch-ups were almost made and you mustered all the courage you had in you to whispered small encouraging words such as "you'll be doing great" or "I believe in you". Yet still not daring to look him in the eyes.

Surprised by your weird way of encouragement, Taehyung took your face in his hands and made you look straight into his contact lenses. You were blushing hard.

" Yah... When you encourage someone make sure to look at them."

"Taehyung, please stop...people will get the wrong idea."

He let you go and you powdered his face one last time, before making the run to the bathroom. Your face was a shade of red you haven't seen before. His forwardness really got to you.

You came back and watched the performance on the small television in the styling room. Taehyung seemed somewhat more pleased than before.

Eventually, a break came along and you had already prepared tissues and retouch makeup for Taehyung. He entered the room with a bright smile. You guessed he really enjoyed his life as an idol.

He sat back down in his chair and you were using tissues in your hand to wipe any sweat away. You took strands of hair and blow dry them again, then iron them in place.

"Thank you for the encouragement," he said smiling looking in the mirror at you. His statement burned something in you, quite literally. You yelped at the sudden pain, placed the iron back to its initial place and run to cool your burn down.

Taehyung followed you and helped you run cold water on your red fingers under the sink. You thanked him quietly and he smiled a boxy smile at you.

Soon after that, the boys had to go back upstairs and continue the concert. Many other packed their stuff and left, yet you and two more artists stayed to watch the rest of the concert.

As the concert ended you grabbed your big makeup bag and headed to leave, but as you were about to exit the backstage area, you were dragged back by an unknown force.

You wanted to scream but a hand was firmly on your mouth and you were dragged back to the room you exited few second ago. When you arrived there  Taehyungs hand removed itself and he presented you to the other members. They all looked at Taehyung weirdly.

"You are coming home with us," Taehyung stated and you looked at him confused just like the rest of his team.

"Since when do you have my consent to take me home?" you asked now a bit more confident then before.

"But I like you and I want to keep you..." now everyone was sure Taehyung was a crazy person.

You barked at him casually and everybody started laughing. Taehyung look slightly annoyed and pulled you closer to him. With his arms around your waist, Taehyung glared at the other members almost shooting daggers at them.

You sigh and looked at the clock located over the tv you not so long ago had your eyes fixated on. It was already late and you weren't the one working overtime.

"Look I have to go, tomorrow you will be shooting a run episode, I heard, so you need rest. We can talk then some more," you said making another attempt at leaving.

"Can I at least bring you to your house?" he asked cheerfully, you could almost say excitedly.

" I am afraid you need to rest first, not only that but getting into scandals isn't an option either," you said almost feeling bad for him. He had a really disappointed facial expression.

He let it go finally but made sure to kiss you on the cheek. I run to your home while on the way turning slowly into a big pile of blushing mess.

This job will kill you. Or you would kill Taehyung. You had to rethink your options.
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{A/N}
Edited, still needs work tho.
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