Makeup Artist || yoongi x reader

twenty-six

Your P.O.V.

"Why me?" You pouted and flopped on to the soft mattress.

You caught a glimpse of yoongi biting his lip while staring at something.

Then you realized. Your legs were open towards him and you were wearing shorts. Pervert.

Before you could conjoin your legs, you felt his warm palms snaking up your thighs, along with his waist pressing up against you.

"Do you not like him?" He continued the conversation that you were having with him before.

"Of course..it's just that I don't want to be in charge of buying things. You guys never pay me back!" You groaned as he made motion with his waist.

He let a small chuckle slip out of his mouth. "I'll give you the money, all you have to do is buy some chips and let namjoon do the rest of the work"

You sat up, pushing against his movements as you did so.

He backed away but kept his eyes rested on you.

"I want to have fun tonight." You clutched your fist onto his shirt, making him stumble towards you.

"And we will. You just have to be patient love" he cooed into your ear.

A few minutes later...

"Twister?" You furrowed your brows at namjoon as he held up the colorful package, containing the most frustrating game you could possibly buy.

"Come on y/n, it'll be fun to play" his dimples became prominent as he gave you a toothy smile.

You gave in with a deep sigh. "Fine"
Damn dimples.

He chucked the box into the cart and kept walking around the endless aisles.

"They said to get something stronger.." placing a finger on his chin as he hummed.

"Aren't the drinks here in America strong already?" You peeked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the overstocked alcohol.

"What about this?" He disregarded your question as if he didn't hear you.

You watched him place two bottles into the cart.

Spirytus vodka.

You read the green label that was wrapped around the clear glass.

"It's almost 100% alcohol namjoon..that's...a lot" you lifted the glass bottle into your hand, looking at the percentages.

He snatched the bottle out of your hands and put it back into the cart.

"I know that's why we're buying it." His eyes curved into half moons as he grinned.

You started to feel anxious as unpleasant thoughts began to run through your mind.

What if you get too drunk? What if you have a stroke with all of this alcohol...and you still have to get on a plane tomorrow morning! You can lose your job for giving alcohol to a minor...jungkook shouldn't be drinking this. He's too young for American age. Damn it. He can have one shot right?...that's not too bad...what about Mina? Will she rat you out to the boss? Oh yes and hoseok. Will he try to mess things up with you and yoo-

"Y/n! Come on we gotta go pay for this stuff" namjoon gripped onto your hand and dragged you along with him to the service line.

"Sorry yea" you stood next to him, still thinking about what will happen at the party.

"Alright you have the money right?" His deep brown eyes blinked towards you.

"You make it sound as if we're making a drug deal right now" you joked and pulled out a black credit card yoongi gave you before you left.