BTS Imagines 3

Yoongi ♡ Makeup Artist [request]

Series requested by @zebravroom
Okay but Yoongi's lashes and lips are so pretty ('༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ')

I hurried into the green room feeling a little more than nervous since it was my first day working as a makeup artist for such a big group. I've done makeup on plenty of idols before, but never any from BTS.
I walked over to my station, straightening everything up. It didn't really matter because I was just gonna mess it all up once I started makeup, but I couldn't help it. I was nervous and needed to keep myself busy.

The doors to the dressing room opened and in walked BTS. I stood up straight, watching as the members headed to their designated makeup stations, all of them looking absolutely stunning in person. The group separated and Yoongi came walking over to my station. He was snacking on a tangerine as he approached me, giving me a bow and a small smile.
"Hello. I'm Y/n." I greeted as he took a seat in the makeup chair. "I'll be your new makeup artist."
He gave me a small nod. "Nice to meet you."
I immediately began prepping his skin making sure it was ready for foundation. I grabbed one of the cushion foundations specifically chosen for Yoongi and began to apply it only where it was needed. There weren't many areas that needed foundation, as his skin was perfect; smooth and blemish-free, almost resembling porcelain.
I went to choose an eyeshadow, grabbing a brush and picking up a bit of light brown from the palette. When I went to apply it, I didn't realize Yoongi was trying to eat a piece of tangerine. I accidentally bumped into him, making the remainder of his tangerine fall to the floor.
I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. I looked up at Yoongi who had his bottom lip stuck out slightly as he looked down at the citrus fruit.
"You owe me a tangerine." He told me.
"I'm so so sorry."
"It's fine." He reached down to pick up the pieces and toss them into a nearby trash can.
I felt a bit uneasy, but continued doing his eyeshadow, getting more nervous seeing the expression on his face.
"It's your first day and you already screwed up. Good job, Y/n." I cursed myself mentally as I grabbed the lip tint.

When I finished his makeup, he thanked me and went to a different station to get his hair done. Though he had walked away, he was still in the room, which meant I was still on edge.
It wasn't until him and the rest of the group left the room that I could fully relax. I let out a sigh of relief, sinking into a nearby chair.
"So stupid." I muttered under my breath.
Naturally, I began replaying the event over and over in my head, imagining what I could have done differently.
That could have been the only thing he had to eat.
I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. There's nothing I can do to change what happened and I need to accept that.

***

I arrived at work the next day, still beating myself up for my little accident. Despite feeling crappy, I began setting out all the makeup, waiting for Yoongi and the rest of his group to arrive.

They stepped into the room shortly, Yoongi heading over to me, sliding into his chair.
"Good morning." I greeted him.
"Morning."
"How are you today?"
"Good."
I nodded, grabbing the cushion foundation, pausing for a moment when I remembered what I brought with me.
"Oh, I almost forgot." I spoke up, setting the foundation back onto the vanity.
"Before we get started." I reached into my bag, pulling out a tangerine, holding it out to Yoongi.
He glanced up at me, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"You said I owe you a tangerine." I reminded him.
He immediately burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling up and his shoulders bouncing up and down
"I was just joking."
"Oh. Well, you should still take it. It would make me feel better."
"I can't turn down a free tangerine." He grinned, taking the citrus from me. "Thank you."

He began snacking on the small fruit while I got started on his makeup for the day.
When I got to his eyeshadow, he stayed very still, closing his eyes and allowing me to apply the product. As I dragged the brush across his lid, I couldn't help but stop and admire his lashes and the way they rested so perfectly on his soft and round cheeks which, even with a little foundation, seemed to have a natural pink tint to them.
I tried to keep my mind focused on the task at hand and finish his makeup, but I couldn't; especially when I got to his lips. I never even noticed how pretty they are. I applied some tinted lip balm and then went in with a darker color, using a small lip brush to get a little of the product on. As I spread on the second lip color, I got a whiff of citrus, the scent faint. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe his lips tasted of citrus as well.
"Is something the matter?" Yoongi asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
"No. Sorry."
I finished up and stepped back, getting a look at his face, making sure everything was just right.
"Alright. You're all done." I told him.
"Thank you."
"Just doing my job."
I began to step away so the hairstylist could start on Yoongi's hair, but he stopped me.
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"Sorry if I seemed angry yesterday. I wasn't."
"No, it's alright. I misunderstood the situation."
"That's my fault. Sometimes I come off as angry when I'm not."
"No." I cut in. "I was nervous yesterday and that made me tense and accident-prone. When I bumped into you, I started overthinking and thought you really wanted me to bring you a tangerine. I wanted so badly to made a good impression that I did just that."
"Still, I'm sorry. And I do appreciate you bringing me a tangerine. That was very kind of you."
"It was no problem at all."
"By the way, you did a great job on my makeup yesterday and today. There's no need to be nervous."
"Thank you."
He gave me a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before I walked away, letting the hairstylist take over.