Bts // One Shots

Makeup artist

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING: mention of depression, anxiety, medication and panic attacks.

-When I started writing this I'd intended it to be lovey-dovey, it did not end up how I'd planned. My shitty mood managed to affect my writing.

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I lay out all the makeup on the table, emptying the hand bags. 

"You're doing all seven of them today." My boss tells me. 

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh okay. But normally there are a couple of other girls to help." I say, not that I mind. 

He sighs. "The boys yesterday got in a little disagreement saying what girl should do who's makeup, they all seem to favour you and in the end I said you can do all of theirs." He closes his eyes and rubs his forehead. "I had said it to shut them up but I hadn't thought about how much longer that would take so they're coming in a little earlier today." He informs me then walks away. He seems a little stressed, so I'll just get on with it. 

I sit in the chair that the boys will sit in and look in the mirror. I pinch my cheeks lightly to give them some colour. I've not been sleeping very well recently and look drained. My skin has been kind and hasn't been breaking out at all so now I kind of look like a china doll. Perfect pale skin other than some darkness under my eyes. I run my hands through my long black hair to lazily brush it. 

I've not been doing great recently. I stopped taking my medication because of paranoia and I recognise it's not the right thing to do but after I stopped taking it I didn't want to take them again as my depression said it was useless taking them. I should just tell my physiologist but I've been lying about my improvements and I'm trapped in this downwards spiral.

"Hello, Nova!" Jungkook chimes. I spin my chair to face them. They all enter the room giving me a little smile. Yoongi, like he usually does, nods at me rather than smiling. I always smile brightest at him to make up for his lack of enthusiasm. I like to smile as for a moment I convince myself I'm happy... I'm not but just for that second other think I am and that's close enough.

"Everything's set up, who want their's done first?" I ask, getting out of the chair. V instantly takes the seat in front of me.

"I do." He beams. I start his makeup and start to wish I'd got a seat for myself. I lean on the chair, there is no personal space when it comes to doing makeup. "You didn't do your makeup today." He mentions looking up at me and I nod.

"Didn't feel like it, takes too long," I say, getting a new brush. 

"You look nice." He compliments. I stop for a moment and can't help but smile, then carry on. They all always find a way to lift my spirits, even just with little things.

"Thanks, I haven't heard that for a while." He seems surprised by this.

"Liar, you must get complimented all the time. You don't get to look like that and not have people chase after you." He says chuckling, assuming I'd been joking. I frown at his comment.

"I must scare everyone off with my stance then. Ear phones in and hood up, I don't look rather inviting." I say, unsure why he seemed to think people must crush on me. 

He shrugs. "I suppose but I'd still hit on you." He says rather confidently.

"But you don't," I smirk. 

He does a smug smile. "I'm a professional, no dating in the workplace," He says and I laugh.

"Well thank you anyway, Taehyung." I stand up and admire my work. "All done," I say and he looks in the mirror.