normal | m. yoongi

9

After waking up on the bathroom floor, we both got ready for the day. Yoongi unfortunately had a photoshoot in Tokyo with the rest of the boys, but fortunately I was allowed to go with him and after we had talked to their manager over Skype. We talked about how Yoongi was going through some things and would feel more secure if I was touring with the boys. Although, I wouldn't get a free ride. Their manager decided to hire me as one of their makeup artists since I had experience in that field.

We wrapped up the call in bunches of thank you's before ending it and celebrating a little with sushi in the hotel room.

"I don't wanna go..." Yoongi mumbled into his pillow, I on the other hand was trying to get his butt out of bed because the car was leaving in 30 minutes. "Yoongi you have to, it's your job. My job is to get you out there and do your makeup."

"Can you make me breakfast?"

I sighed, putting my hands on my hips, looking at the boy buried in the hotel bed sheets. "I'll see what I can do, but in five minutes you need to be up and ready."

"Twenty minutes."

"Ten, and I'm not going higher." I bargained, my stubbornness getting ahead of me. "Fine...damn you westerners."

With that I was content, leaving that section of the room to the kitchen, looking in the fridge. Eggs, milk, and apples. Going with what I had, I decided to just make eggs and have an apple with it.

I started to crack the eggs after I had turned my music playlist on, it was a playlist with a lot of American oldies. While scrambling the eggs, my favorite Elvis song came on, the slow beat causing me to sway a little to the song as I hummed the words.

I was caught off guard when I felt a pair of arms around my waist. I look to my side to smile up at him, his body swayed slowly with mine. "For I can't help, falling in love with you." He sang lowly, not in the best singing voice but it still made my heart flutter.

Yoongi took my hand and turned me around to face him. He put one hand on my waist, telling me he wanted to dance with me. Giggling, I returned the gesture, putting my non connected hand onto his shoulder, gazing up at his eyes lovingly as Elvis sang through the room.

I cherished the whole moment because Yoongi was never like this, I don't know what made him want to dance with me. I wasn't complaining though, random slow dancing with my favorite guy on the planet was something I dreamed of.

Our foreheads connected, lazily swaying back and forth in the kitchen. No words needed to be said, no other actions were done, all we needed was each other in the moment.

The song had long passed, Love Me Tender was now playing. That was until we saw that Hoseok had the camera for their V live show and that he had been standing there for a couple seconds, unintentionally filming us together.

"Well it looks like he's up and ready guys!" Hoseok laughed awkwardly at the camera, facing it towards him quickly. Yoongi and I's faces fell even as the song played through. I cleared my throat and paused the song on my phone as Hoseok tried to distract the audience, leaving the room quickly. "Oh crap!"

The eggs on the stove were long gone, the yellow color replaced with a dark gray and black as the smoke started to rise up. Frantically, I turned the stove off and tried to wave off the smoke with a cloth.

Yoongi rushed to help me, due to my harsh coughing because I had mild asthma. "Babe go into the room, I'll take of this."

I shook my head and got the pan, carefully taking it to the sink to wash it with cold water.

"There." I coughed once more and smiled out of relief until it fell again, realizing their fans saw our moment. "Oh my g-" Yoongi hushed me with a small peck on the lips. "It'll be fine, just forget about it and don't look on social media until after the photoshoot, alright?"

I took a deep breath before nodding, looking into his reassuring eyes. My anxiety washing away as his warm hand caressed my cheek. I smiled, leaning into his hand. "I love you."

With that he returned my smile, pulling me close and kissing the top of my head. "I love you too baby girl."

All this cliche things this morning, I felt that the events last night hadn't disappeared but got us closer, I was happy that he was happy now.

"I'll go get my shoes on, we have to leave soon." Yoongi mumbled against my hair, kissing my head again before separating himself to get his shoes by the door. "What about breakfast?"

"We can stop by a donut shop, I'll just meet the boys at the shoot."

A small smile made its way to my face again as I put on my shoes, connecting our fingers before leaving the hotel room to the parking lot.

At the donut shop, we decided to get three dozens of donuts for the boys, well I wanted to get them the donuts and Yoongi didn't because I was paying. I hushed him and got them anyway, making my way to the car once I received and paid for them.

Once we got to the place of the photo shoot, I greeted the boys in the dressing room area with the donuts, Yoongi following me shortly. "Noona! I love you so much!" Taehyung greeted me with a big hug when looking at the donuts on the table.

"Aw I lov-" "She loves me." Yoongi replied for me, grabbing a blueberry donut and sitting on the couch. Rolling my eyes, I patted Taehyung's shoulder. The boys all hugged me in thanks and grabbed a couple donuts.

I on the other hand, got ready for work, seeing a case of makeup at a makeup vanity that had my name on it. The chair also had Yoongi's name on it, indicating I was his personal makeup artist. Awesome...

Girls love the joy of putting makeup on their boyfriends, and that's all I felt with doing Yoongi's. The only problem was that I was doing a guy's makeup look, just the basic foundation, contour, and eye shadow.

"You want to sit in my lap to get closer?" Yoongi opened his one eye to look at me while I was applying eyeshadow to his other. "That's not professional Yoongi." I mumbled, concentrating on my master piece.

"Oh well." He pulled me into his lap, but that didn't tear me from doing my work. It was a good thing nobody really noticed, that would've looked odd.

"Alright...you should be good..." I said, finishing the minor eyeliner I had put on. "Oh! And they wanted you to wear these contacts."

I handed him the contacts but he shook his head, "Do it for me."

Groaning, I responded with, "Yes Grandpa." and I put them in carefully. "Okay blink and open your eyes."

He did as told and I looked at his full done face before nodding. "You look handsome."

"Handsome?"

I nodded, giving him a weird look before he responded. "You're supposed to call me sexy."

I rolled my eyes and pushed his shoulder lightly, "In your dreams."

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Short chapter whoops ;-;