CYPHER | BTS

03: PRISSY PRINCESS

- T H R E E -

April 10, 2020
Friday

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Choi June

To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was literally shaking, and no, not from the cold.

I didn't know anything about rock and roll besides the music. I knew nothing about the clothes, the looks, the bands, the lifestyle. I was a clueless little girl about to enter a world of crazed fans and popular boys.

It didn't matter that I had spent hours last night trying to perfect Kangdae's hair into something even remotely similar to the inspiration pictures online, or that I practiced makeup looks on Bomi, Kangdae, and even myself. I was still a nervous mess.

What if I mess up? What if the boss doesn't like me? What if the members don't like me? What if the other makeup artists don't like me and bash my work?

Fuck my overthinking self.

As if on cue... "Hey, stop overthinking. It's gonna be alright. Compared to my job, yours is nothing to be worried about," Bomi reassured me from the drivers seat, placing her hand on my shaking thigh.

We were currently driving over to their company building so I could officially be hired. I dressed a tad bit professional, expecting an interview. But I knew that my appearance didn't matter all that much unless my character convinced them I was capable of this job.

"I know, I know. I'm just... Who were you and your boss talking about over the phone yesterday? He asked if I could handle him and I still don't know who the hell he even is or why he's seemingly bad." The thought has been eating my mind for hours.

Bomi scoffed, turning right into the parking garage beneath the tall building. She didn't answer me for awhile, focused on finding a parking spot. Once she did, she parked the car and motioned for me to get out.

Once I did, never taking my eyes off of her as I anticipated her answer, all she does is open the back seat and grab her purse before shutting the door again. She walks around the car, linking her arm with me, which is something she rarely did.

"He's really difficult with staff. Scared off his past stylists with his derogatory demeanor," she explains, holding onto me tighter as we walked toward the elevators. Almost like she didn't want me to run off from this information.

"You could have mentioned this earlier," I muttered.

"You would have run," she shrugged, pushing open the door with her free hand. "Besides, I think you can handle him. He's kind of like your old boss, except he's a guy and he's hot." We walk up to the elevator as Bomi presses the up button, watching as the numbers above began to descend.

When the elevators ding, we walk in together. It was here when she finally lets go of my arm to lean against the reflective walls with a sigh. I follow her movements, leaning across from her as I watch her press one of the buttons. Thirteen.

"Compared to the other members, he's definitely the most difficult. They all give me minimal problems, but this guy is something else," she continued on, scoffing. "He's the guy I told you about. The one who threw the coffee. Ring a bell?"