The bad, the worse and the savage: a BTS fanfic

Day 8: Help Is Coming.

Yoongi wakes up in the basement. Beside him, Sister slept making a Hell of a noise like she was dying or she had something stuck on her nose that prevented her from properly breathing, turned out she was only snoring. He tried to push the dog out of his bed but ended up himself falling off of it.

"Fine, I didn't want to sleep more." Suga said leaving the dog rolling not in the deep but on top of his bed. He went upstairs and, turning the knob of the basement's door, found it unlocked which was kind of odd thinking that she didn't fully trust him yet. Opening it, he saw Yumi running around the house, opening cabinets and doors, going several times to the same place looking for something.

"Where is it? I think I left it here. Or was it in the kitchen? It's not in my room either..." Yumi said to herself still running around not even paying attention to the rapper that slowly walked towards the kitchen. He filled a blue cup with coffee that was inside a kettle and walked back into the small corridor that connected all the rooms in the house.

"What are you doing?" He asked drinking a bit of coffee leaned on a wall while seeing her still running around.

"I can't find it..." She mumbled.

"What?"

"My wallet. I can't find it anywhere."

Suga slowly walked to the living room. "Why do you need it? Are you going somewhere?"

"I don't have your life. I have business to take care of. I have to go buy some stuff and meet with my supplier. He has some new merch that I need to check out."

"Will you be back for lunch?" Yoongi asked while lifting the couch's pillow and grabbing a black wallet.

"No, I will be back in the evening... If I'm lucky enough. That guy is so annoying!" The woman stopped looking mad. "But where is my f-"

"You know your ID photo is really bad?" The rapper asked giggling.

"What? Give it back!" She went next to him and ripped it off of his hands not looking friendly. "Thank you. You know where things are better than me."

"I'm just saying..." He started but soon started laughing even harder than before.

"What is it now? Why are you laughing?" She yelled at him looking even madder.

"Nothing, just your face. How much makeup have you used?" He tried to contain his laugh but wasn't capable.

"Why? What's wrong?" Suga pushed her to the bathroom and faced her to the mirror.

"If you're trying to scare the living soul out of everyone you cross, then it's all right."

"Why? Isn't it okay?" The woman looked at her reflection.

"Okay? You look like a melting carrot with all this face foundation, this eye shadow, you look like a sleepy racoon, this lipstick makes your lips seem like they were stolen from a monkey and look what happens if I touch your face." He passed his finger on her cheek and showed her the makeup stuck on it.

"Oh!" She moaned covering her face. "I can't do this. I don't have a knack to this. I tried a hundred times and a hundred and ten times I failed. My mom always taught me but I could never manage to do it. My sister was the one that helped me. They said that a good makeup could melt a man's heart."

"Don't worry. I'll help you but first, you have to take this all out of your face. That way we can proceed to the makeup part." Suga said uncovering her face and looking at the mirror.

"What do you know about makeup? You're not a girl."

"You think only girls wear makeup? Please, I used it more times than you. We use it for our music videos and photo shoots. I don't need much because I'm naturally beautiful but there were people that really needed it like Jimin. He couldn't survive a day without it. We spent so much time with the makeup artists that we already know what to do with it... or at least I think. And we all know how much Jimin complain about his make up."