Just some ideas I have but I don't feel like finishing as a book
PLEASE REMEMBER THAT SOME OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE REAL PEOPLE BUT THE CHARACTERISTIC ARE NOT.
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"Okay people has anyone gotten into contact with Namjoon?!"
Y/n looks up with a frown, it's been over two hours and Namjoon was supposed to be here for the dressed run-through. She sighs and looks down at her watch, this was the third time he's done this.
"I just got a text, he said he's on his way"
"On his way?! What the fuck-" the manager looks back at the staff before turning toward one of the members and whispering something to him, he then goes back to look at everyone, "Sorry for the time wasted everyone but everything will be solved in a matter of moments...thank you"
Y/n feels her tongue protrude through her cheek as the head makeup artist laughs at her, "You've got somewhere to be?"
"Uh, no this chair is just horribly uncomfortable" she teases back, "The last stylist quit for this exact reason but I can say as someone who's been working with them since they were kids, Namjoon wasn't always like this" she nudges y/n before walking away.
After 30 minutes Namjoon finally stumbled in, "Hello everyone, I have arrived" he chuckles before bowing at everyone, nearing falling in his face, y/n roll her eyes before getting up to go fetch his first look. She eventually got six of the seven members dressed, dreading getting Namjoon dressed as he fell asleep in the makeup chair.
"Okay Namjoon it's time to get up, Namjoon...Get up!" He jumps awake and looks around, "Shit sorry Su-jee" he pats her cheek and y/n grimaces at the idea of him doing the same to her, he gets up and drags his feet over to her. The smell of alcohol filled y/n's nose as he got closer and closer, she tried her best to hold her face still but found herself scrunching her nose up in disgust.
"Hey can someone get me some water" he slurs, leaning onto the his clothing rack. Y/n clear your throat and began talking, "As you know the concept for your first performance would be fairytales, you are going to be...Jiminy Cricket, the good...conscience" y/n said in monotone, Namjoon nods at her statement while he places his forehead onto the clothing. Y/n cringes as he wrinkles the clothing. "Mr. Kim...are you listening?"
He lifts his head and his makeup was smeared, "Huh ye-yeah- Can I please get a god damn water bottle!" Namjoon shouts out loud before turning to hurl all over your designs, Y/n gasped with wide eyes. "Damnit someone get him Nauzene!" The manager runs to his aid and guides Namjoon out of the room.
Y/n stares at her ruined work, covered in nothing but stomach acid and vodka. She felt tears build in her eyes and she rushes to the nearest bathroom and runs to a stall. She paces in the tiny cubicle, shaking her hands out and practicing breathing exercises.
"I hate seeing Namjoon like this"
"Yeah...this isn't like him...has Sammi said anything?"
