Your alarm went off at 8am.
“Ugh.” You flopped out of bed and sluggishly walked into the bathroom. You took a shower and French braided your hair into a ponytail.
You applied your make up and fire red lip stain to your lips.
You quickly filled a travel bag with your toothpaste, underwear and a week’s worth of clothing.
You gathered all your make up and sewing items and made your way to the bus station.
When the bus finally arrived, you entered the bus and squeezed into whatever space you could fit into.
“6 more paychecks, and I can buy a car.” You mumbled.
As you bus approached your stop, you attempted to get off. However, the parade of people caused for your make up bag to spill open onto the concrete.
“Great, just great.” You mumbled as you tried to recover all the destroyed make up.
“I guess I’m not buying a car..” you sighed.
When you arrived at the hotel, you checked in with the lady at the front desk.
“I’m looking for MBLAQ, I’m their make-up artist.”
The lady looked you up and down.
You took an unconfident glance down at your attire. Black high waisted jeans, red tank top, and a jeans jack, complimented with your Nike slippers.
“Do you have some sort of ID?”
“Umm..” you said as you shuffled through your bags.
“I did, but I kinda lost it on the way here. Can you just let me up? I’m kinda late..”
“Sorry ma’am, but I can’t let you up to their suite. Hotel Policy.”
“Can you call up to their suite?”
“Sorry no, I was told not to give any calls to them, due to the fact that fans come looking for them.”
“Okay..”
You looked your bags to the chair and sat.
“I’m DEFINITELY, not getting that raise.” You pouted
“Ma’am!” the front desk lady called
“Yes?” you answered as you saw MBLAQ’s manager impatience waiting.
“They reserved a suite for you. Sorry.”
You took your room card and followed the manager up to the elevator.
“What took you so long?” he asked worriedly.
“Oh, I had some trouble on the bus. It’s alright now.”
“Okay good, because Mir is breaking out, it must be from the make up yesterday.”
Once the elevator hit the 6th floor, you immediately followed manager to room 602.
“Mir, open up, the make up artist is here.”
Immediately, the door flung open.
“NOONA!” Mir cried
His face was red, blotchy and definitely irritated.
“Okay okay Mir, did you wash your face with that soap I gave you?”
“No..”
“Did you wash your face as all?”
“No.”
You sighed. This explains everything.
You went into your back and pulled out a tub of green paste.
“Go wash your face with the soap I gave you, and then come back and I’ll put on this cucumber, oatmeal and avocado face mask, it’ll reduce the irritation.”
Obediently, Mir went to the bathroom and did what you asked.
“Okay, the mask is going to feel cool and refreshing. Keep it on for about an hour, and I’ll come back and peel it off for you.” You grinned
“Thanks Noona!” he screamed as he knocked over the paste onto the bed and floor.
“Shit. “ you said
This took a week to make..
“I’ll clean it up.”
You moved to the restroom and grabbed a towel and began scrubbing.
Once the floor was clean, you got onto the bed, on your hands and knees and scrubbed as Mir laid 2 feet away from you.
“Hey Mir, I have a—“ said Joon before he froze
You looked at Joon, who instantly turned red.
“Umm.. ____________, uhh.” He said pointed around
“Huh?” you answered as you looked down.
You breast were making their guest appearance.
“Sorry!” you said as you jumped off the bed and pulled your tanktop back.
“Uh, __________, can I talk to you?”
“Yeah, sure..” you commented as you followed Joon out the room.
“Why are you on Mir’s bed?” he asked fully
“Well, Mir’s breaking out, so I put a face mask on to easy the irriate, but some spilled, so I had to clean it off.”
“Mir’s not a baby. He could have done it himself.”
“I know but, I shouldn’t have put the stuff on the bed.”
“Uh, sorry?” you said confused
“Whatever. Come to my room for a sec.”
You followed Joon into his room as he shut the door behind you.
“Do you know how to dance?”
“Huh?”
“Can you dance?” he asked again
“I mean, I guess, I took classes when I was 7 but..”
“Good.” He spoke as he grabbed your waist.
“Joon? What’s going on?”
“I need to practice.”
You ignored all other heart pounding questions you had as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Practice for what Joon?” you asked
“Don’t worry about it.”
You froze.
“Joon—“
“No, what I did I tell you to call me?”
“Jayiga, we have a work relationship, I can’t—“
“What’s wrong with you just helped me dance?”
“Nothing.. I guess.” You whispered
You two continued to dance, feeling the electric touch with every tap his fingers made against your waist.
“Joon! Open up!”
You both looked at the door.
“For the love of God.” He sighed
“What?” you whispered
“It’s hyung.”
