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Kim fucking Taehyung has been acting out a lot more extra than he already is and my poor army heart can't take it anymore.
Here I am in the kitchen room, scrolling through the various posts and contents of the silver hair member. He's being too bold and I don't know for what.
I finally decide on checking up on the boys and their practice before they barge in for an evening snacks and leave work for the day.
I swiftly pass by the specific group of make up artists who involuntarily glare at me.
Not my mistake that they act so fake and full of themselves to be the international boy band's friends. In fact, the boys become so uncomfortable when they are around them and it hurts my heart. That is the main reason why I immediately accepted to become a make up artist too.
"Pam Pam pam pa!" The dance director's instructive beat seeps through the walls and I peek in to find the boys dancing to the beats exhaustedly. Namjoon and Jimin notice my presence right away and give me bright smiles which I gave back.
Upon unwanted distraction, their choreographer and director look towards me and I awkwardly enter the room and sit down.
"It is overtime Nari-shi?" Their director asks and I immediately deny.
"No no! I just came here to check on them." I say and slide down to the floor, settling against the wall.
"Just fifteen minutes more." I mouth to the tired looking Jungkook and he groans as he gets up. Their practice for the days is done and I walk amongst seven sweaty bodies to the kitchen room.
The jar of orange juice circulates around and cheesy toasts are laid across is everyone's plates. They leave after the crumbs are washed off and the plates are out back into their shelves.
I love how these boys are well mannered and properly disciplined. They wake up as early as six at the dawn and come to their workplace by seven or eight. The company gives them a lot more freedom than my previous employer at the hotel and I chuckle to myself at the work streak.
"What's so amusing to you now?"
It was Taehyung. He dries his plate and walks back towards me to lean on the counter and study my face.
"Nothing. Just remembering how I used to work at a restaurant before."
"Oh. I thought you were fangirling about me." I raise my eyebrows and roll my eyes at the confident young man. Recently, he just got to know that he is one year older than me and he's been rubbing it off my face ever since.
"I still feel you should call me oppa when we're alone Nari-shi."
"Nope." I pop the p at the end and walk away, amused when he's following me.
"But that's how you address older men in Korea."
"I'm aware of that, genius. I just don't want to and I certainly don't want to get in trouble."
"Well, what's the big issue with the fact that you're younger than most of us?"
"No issues. But I personally believe if I'm portrayed as an older person in front of you all, you all will listen to me. I know how boys are." I state my opinion and he nods after he realizes.
"You know that we're nothing like the other boys out there, right? You can come out, you know."
"Still...don't wanna." I shrug my shoulders and watch their head manager walk in, searching for a specific man behind the counter.
"There you are. Come on, we have a recording session!" Sejin says dramatically and Taehyung giggles before following him.
"Nae!" He shouts and turns towards me. I quickly give him a thumbs up and he winks at me, fluttering my heart and a blush creeps up on my cheeks.
Oof this weirdo.
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Time passes by all too quickly for us and we celebrate Taehyung's birthday, soon welcoming the year 2018 and having a bash at the company on the new year's eve.
Hoseok starts the year's celebrations with his birthday and soon, bangtan is dyeing their hair to blacks and browns as requested by tons and millions of fans all around the world.
Love Yourself: Her, was no doubt, a bop era. The boys had new venues and tours and were actively interacting with their fans everywhere. They visited various tourist destinations and had lots of fun as boys. If I could just be one amongst the millions of armys in disguise ugh.
Now, March has rolled onto the calender and the boys are here dying their hair and preparing for their new album which was to be released this summer. (The May summer, and you all know what's the album.)
They were chattering amongst themselves as their stylists helped them out with dyeing and all that. Everyone looks free and happy, though I couldn't find Taehyung anywhere.
I sat on the lonely side of the room and scrolled through my Twitter, being careful that I don't expose myself for being an army.
"I see what you did there." My mobile almost flies five feet into the air as I jump and flinch at the voice behind me. When I turn around, I'm met with a very big smiled Taehyung who had a cover wrapped around his head.
"Yo, what are you doing here?? You'll catch a cold!" I warned him but he began massaging my shoulders out of nowhere.
"No need for that Taehyung. Just go in, you'll catch a cold." I say again and try to shake his hands off, politely declining even though my shoulders were screaming at me for a massage. His hands just did wonders on my sore muscles.
"There's no one inside and it was suffocating. So I came out." I raised my eyebrows and looked over at the no ventilation green room, finding few of the petty make up artists in there chatting and giggling over something on their phones. I bet its about the boys they're fangirling extra hard on.
"Okay, fine. Sit here." I try to stand up but I'm instantly pushed back down with force.
"No. You sit down. I should give someone company in there later anyway." I knew exactly what he said and we laughed on some internet memes later on.
It was Jimin who was freed and Taehyung looked at me with eager eyes.
"Fine. I'm coming." His eyes held the request for me to accompany the two to the green room where the make up artists were being too fake and loud.
Maybe my life wasn't too bad as I expected it to be.
