Running In Circles // pjm.

Whiplash

The next few days were characterized primarily by design work. Mia decided to invade my privacy and stay over for two more nights, and we spent our time watching horror movies and designing the award show outfits. In two days, I was done with most designs for the upcoming award shows and on the third day we went out to make purchases for them. I always enjoyed working alone, but having Mia involved in the process had been refreshing. We went on out to dinner after, where I was approached by a young man who was wanting to 'experiment' with a lady of a foreign land. I had politely declined his proposition and rolled my eyes back to dinner.

I was glad to have everything in order for the next two weeks, and I was nervous to go into work the next day. I didn't understand my equation with Jimin and I didn't attempt to break it down either. The man was an idol and I was just a stylist and I was aware of how things worked in the industry.

Coffee in hand, I walked into the green room, clearing my throat and putting on a steely reserve. I scanned the room discreetly, and walked to the chair, where I belonged. Park Jimin was not around. Relieved, I got to work, completing Taehyung, Jin and Yoongi's looks in rapid succession.

"You in a hurry today, Tara?" Yoongi questioned, lounging in the chair while I finished up his look.
"No, I-" I started to justify, when I was rudely interrupted by Mia from the next chair.

"I think she's rejuvenated from getting hit on all the time!" she laughed.

"No. I'm just really pumped up of caffeine." I stated, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Getting hit on all the time?" a silky voice creeped up behind me, leaning into my shoulder.

I froze.

"Yeah! Last night at dinner this kid was trying all his luck with her," Mia laughed, "it was amazing to watch."

Jimin leaned forward, his front flush against my side, picking up a brush from the table I was working at. "hmm," he breathed, pulling away, "interesting." He said and walked away, a pear propped against his lips. Fuck me.

I un-froze about a second later, answering all of Yoongi's questions about the boy.

"He's not a 'mystery boy', Yoongi oppa. He was just some kid who tried his luck because he probably thought I was exotic-looking or whatever. Probably wanted to pin a new city on the map or something, I don't know."

Yoongi grinned, "a girls-I've-landed map?"

"something like that." I shrugged, smiling sheepishly.

"Damn, gotta get me one of those." He said and left the chair, while I laughed at his new resolution. "Jimin! Your turn!" he yelled after.

"I'll wait for Mia." He said, dismissively, propping his legs on the table before the couch. He didn't look away from his pear.

Okay, then.

I smoothed my hands over my dungaree and left the room, wanting to ignore every emotion and run. The man was a rollercoaster.