"Mr. Yoongi, it's your turn!" I call across the room. But he didn't hear me, because he was listening to his music. I looked at him for a few moments, then called to him again. "Mr. Yoongi!"
Jimin hit him in the shoulder gently, and Yoongi looked up from his phone, glaring. Jimin pointed to me, and Yoongi got up and walked over. He sat in the chair, and I turned it so that he was facing the mirror.
I didn't feel too awkward around Yoongi anymore, but we didn't really talk to each other that much. I mostly watched him from afar.
When I watched him, I could take in his handsomeness. Although more than once he had caught me looking, and I had turned away, blushing.
So I didn't stare at him too often.
I combed his hair, and I looked at him through the mirror. His eyes were glued to his phone. I sighed.
Since I had become their hair stylist, I had gotten better. I only stayed up five nights a week to study hair styling instead of seven. But I was still exhausted all the time.
I was so busy now, I didn't eat much. But it wasn't only that I was busy. All the girls around me were skinny, and I wasn't. I guess I didn't eat sometimes because I wanted to be skinny. And it had taken a toll on me. That was a big part of my exhaustion, and I was turning paler, even though I was really pale to begin with.
I heard my stomach growl. I sighed again.
"When did you last eat?" Yoongi asks me. He had pulled his earphones out and was looking at me through the mirror.
"Umm," I say, staring at his hair. "Yesterday afternoon, I think."
Yoongi turned around and looked at me.
"Please don't mess up your hair!" I say in distress.
"It's one in the afternoon. And you haven't eaten since this time yesterday?" He asks.
"Mr. Yoongi, if you could please turn back ar-"
"Why haven't you eaten? That's not good for you at all. No wonder you don't look so good. How long has this been going on?" I think... Yoongi was concerned.
I was taken aback. Why would he care if I ate or not? He was so busy himself, I was surprised he even noticed that I didn't look the same.
"Mr. Yoongi, we really don't have time, your photo shoot starts soon, and I need to finish your hair."
He opened his mouth to speak again, but Mrs. Park barked at him to let me finish his hair.
He turned back around, and I knew he was looking at me through the mirror again.
I finished his hair a few minutes later. "Okay, you can go to the shoot now."
He got up and turned and looked at me.
"Are you going to eat?"
"Yes." I say.
He looked at me for a few more moments, then left.
Mi Sun walked up to me. "Some of us are going to go to the shoot, would you like to come?"
I shake my head. "I'm going to get some food. Maybe I will join you later?"
"Alright, see you later!"
A bunch of the staff left, and I walked to the kitchen area of the building.
