BTS - The Eighth Member

Stylist Issues

"Hi!" I bowed respectfully to my new makeup artist, "It's so nice to meet you."

I'd been told that I'd been assigned a new makeup artist, my old one moving on to a different job. I'd miss her, she was always good fun and knew how to cheer me up when I was nervous before a performance. But I was proud of her for moving on to a new part of her life. It only meant I was back to square one in terms of a friendship with my makeup artist.

"You too Babe!" She smiled warmly, gesturing for me to sit down, "I'm such a big fan of the guys."

This was the first performance I had to do with this new artist, but I trusted that BigHit had picked somebody good, I doubt she would make a mess of my face.

"So," I started, eagerly awaiting her skills, "What kind of look were you thinking of for tonight?"

"Well first I was thinking something subtle and soft, but now looking," She used her finger to tilt back my chin, "I think a heavier look might be better. You look tired, have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Uh, yeah." I shrugged, "I mean, I'm getting what I normally get."

"Oh. Okay." She studied my face delicately, "Yes, I think a glam look will better suit tonight's performance."

I usually always arrived ahead of the rest of the band, as nine times out of ten my looks took more time than theirs. So to fill the silence, the artist and I chatted for a little while. Every now and again she'd poke me too hard with a makeup brush or accidentally smear makeup on my loungewear, but for the most part she was doing okay.

That was until the rest of the guys appeared.

Immediately she lost all attention she had for me, greeting each and every one of them as they entered the dressing room. Normally, our stylists didn't approach us unless we came to them, so it was a little out of the ordinary but the guys still treated her with respect.

"You're excitable." J-Hope chuckled, seeing her beaming ear to ear.

"I'm just such a big fan." She continued to dust powder on my face, but she was too preoccupied with the guys and let the brush wander up my face, the bristles scratching against my eyeball.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, my eyes watering uncontrollably. I blinked rapidly, trying to get the makeup out of my eye.

"H, you alright?" Jimin heard me muttering to myself, turning away from his own stylist and towards me.

"Fine." I answered, my eye just cracked open a bit.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry." My own stylist fussed, "You'll ruin it."

I stared at her blankly, keeping my eye shut firmly as she finished off the rest of the look. I noticed however that she continually reached for more and more contour, defining my jawline over and over again.

"Am I really that ugly?" I joked as she dipped the brush again.

"Oh, no. No, not at all." She blushed, "You just look a bit different to what I saw on T.V."

"How so?" I smiled lightly.

"I don't know if it's T.V magic or just good lighting but you usually look a bit thinner on the screen."

My smile faltered.

"Heyyy," Yoongi interrupted, seeing my face fall, "That's enough. The Hana you see in the dressing room is the same Hana you see on T.V."

"You're right, you're right Yoongi." She panicked, looking at him and his frown, "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologise to me." He answered with a shrug.

"Sorry." She turned back to me quickly, "I'm done, you can go get your mic pack set up."

I nodded at her, politely thanking her for the job before making my way to side stage where the tech guys were waiting.

"Is it just me or did that makeup artist of Hana's seem a little off?" J-Hope questioned as we stood around waiting for our mics to be connected.

"She straight up insulted her earlier." Yoongi nodded, "I only butted in because I was afraid she would keep going."

"I think she's just a bit nervous." I tried to defend, "It's her first day, give her a break."

"If you say so." J-Hope glanced at me before we took our places, ready to perform.

After the performance I stumbled off stage, sweat sticking to my forehead, my hair matted around it. I knew for a fact that half my makeup was running down my face.

I took water from a nearby staff member, looking around for my makeup artist, knowing she'd want to touch up my look.

I finally spotted her, crouched by the stage, fussing over the guys. Their own stylists trying to shoo her out of their way.

"Hey!" I called her over, which she didn't seem excited about, "Wanna do some touch ups?"

"I guess." Her gaze never left my band mates as she lazily reapplied my face makeup, I wasn't entirely convinced she'd even blended it right.

"Babe," I clicked my fingers in front of her face, snapping her back towards me, "You seem a little preoccupied. Backstage is always hectic, we've gotta be efficient with our time."

"Yeah. Sure." She practically waved me away.

"Hold on," I stopped her from floating back over towards the guys, "I'm being serious."

"You always seem so serious," She mumbled, "That's why you're the worst one."

"What?" My voice weakened.

"When I took this job I thought I'd get to work with my favourite idols, not you." The artist raised an eyebrow at me, keeping her voice low, "It's silly why there is even a girl in this group, you're ruining their opportunities."

Uncontrollably a grin spread across my face.

"What are you laughing at?" She scowled, "Besides yourself, you're the biggest joke in here."

I leaned in close to her ear, whispering, "Microphone, babe."

She turned on her heels, absolutely mortified to see the 7 guys looking furiously at her. The intermission was only short, so our mics had only been disconnected from the stadiums speakers, meaning we could all still hear each other in our earpieces. The guys had heard everything the makeup artist had said.

"You're fired." Namjoon's gaze was stone cold.

"Don't listen to her." J-Hope pulled me away from her as she dejectedly made her way towards the exit.

"I won't." I smiled, "It's not like I haven't heard worse."

A/N: I'm sorry this is so late, I didn't feel well today but I wanted to get a chapter out for you all, so this is what we got. It's probably not the best thing I've ever written but it's the best we're getting today. See you next time!