Breathe-Min Yoongi x Reader BTS ff

PROLOGUE: Opportunities

AUTHORS NOTE:
okay so this is a prologue because the rest of the story takes place about a year after most of this. (It starts after you've already moved to Korea) This is just here to kind of set the stage, per say, for the rest of the story and give you context for stuff later on. Enjoy!
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You looked around your empty New York apartment and sighed.

"Sorry but I can't say I'll miss you." You said.

You smiled to yourself. You had a world of new opportunities waiting for you.
You had worked night and day building your reputation in the beauty world,
not for the fame but because it was your passion, the one thing that could always lift you up when you were down. Because of it you had been given the biggest opportunity of your whole life.

A chance to tour the world doing what you love, as a stylist for a k-pop band called BTS.
You had heard about them before, but living in America and not previously being a K-pop fan,
what you knew was limited.
But when a video of your work at a New York fashion show went viral,
You received an E-mail from a company called BigHit asking you if you'd like to style the band for a show they were doing in New York that month, and that they had talked to the company you worked for already, to make sure it was ok.

Apparently one of they're regular stylist couldn't make it, and because of the fashion show, you working with BTS would be good publicity for them.
You then proceeded to google the band and quickly learned how extremely huge they were, not just in Korea but literally EVERYWHERE.
So you of course said yes.

Who else would have this kind of opportunity right?
So you went to the show expecting them to have prepared what they wanted you to do and have you working under someone.
But to your surprise, when you arrived they gave you your own station already set with supplies and only gave you a general idea of what they should be styled like,
Giving you room for your creative side.

You were in heaven.

They had the best brands and quality makeup and hair supplies a stylist could dream of.
The band members themselves seemed nice enough, although most of them didn't speak very good English.
Except one, one of the rappers, his stage name was Rap Monster at the time,
but he introduced himself as Kim NamJoon.
You of course being a professional, tried to call him Mr. Kim, but quickly found that two other members had the same last name as him.

"You can just call me NamJoon, it's fine to be informal."
He stated. Giving you a friendly smile.

"Besides, it would be weird to speak formally to us when you have to get so close when you do our makeup wouldn't it?" He added. You nodded.

"I guess it would be." You said.

After you were properly introduced to the rest of the band, NamJoon acting as an informal translator,
you got to work.

You had done research on the band itself, which helped you personalize each members style to their characteristics shown to the public.

You were finding that they weren't much different in person then they were on stage or on media, which surprised you. Usually models you worked with put on a sort of "act" on camera and media, but acted totally different in their everyday lives.
Although this was your first time working with actual celebrities and you weren't sure if the same went for them.

As the time went by you immersed yourself into the work, using a steady hand and careful techniques to execute the looks you wanted.
By the end of it you let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ok, you guys are done. We'll do touch ups each time you guys come off stage alright?"

They nodded as they were hooked up to the mics and then left.
The other stylists came up to you and complimented your work and thanked you for helping out. A few even mentioned the fashion show you had worked in.

You thanked them back and waited for the first break in the show to do touch ups.
You we're very socially awkward and although you had mostly dealt with it, you still had some lingering social anxiety every time you were in a large group of people.
So you tried to avoid anymore conversations without seeming rude.

Thankfully no one seemed to notice this so you were free to sit and anxiously await the band members return.
As soon as they did, you and the rest of the team swarmed them, preparing them for the next set.
Drying their sweat, icing their muscles, and touching up hair and makeup.

"Okay ummm lets see."

You eyed the clothes set out and looked at each member.
It looked like Yoongi was relatively done being iced down.

"Min Yoongi, this set is yours."

He turned and looked at you. He then nodded and grabbed the clothes.

"Thank you."
He said in the cutest accent you'd ever heard.
You couldn't help but smile slightly at his English.

He left to the changing area and one by one the others followed.
Taking their outfits from you, thanking you, and bowing.

The rest of the concert finished without any problems.
The manager stood and said something in Korean. The only word you recognized was "gomabseubnida" which you knew meant thank you.
(Thanks to your frequent trips to the Korean sushi place next to your apartment.)

Everyone bowed and started to pack up their things.
You followed their lead, assuming the manager had dismissed everyone and thanked them for their work.

You were about to leave when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned and were surprised to find all 7 boys standing behind you smiling.
"Can we take a picture with you and post it on our twitter?" NamJoon said.

Your face lit up.

"Really? Y-you want to take a picture with me? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" You said.

NamJoon smiled wide at you.
"What are you talking about! You're famous! I've seen those videos pop up everywhere on my feed and I'm a guy who's not exactly into fashion on my days off." He laughed.
They all nodded in agreement.

"So can we take a picture?" He asked again.

"Yeah! Absolutely!" You said smiling from ear to ear.

NamJoon handed his phone to one of the staff and you all gathered together and posed.
The staff member raised the camera.
"ha, dul, set!"
She said, and took the picture.

She handed the phone back to NamJoon.

"That's a good one." He said showing everyone the picture.

"Now whats your twitter handle so I can tag you?" He asked.
You wrote down your username on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

Then you left back to your hotel and the next morning you were in a flight back to New York.

The days that followed were like some sort of hazy dream.
After they posted that picture on Twitter your popularity skyrocketed. People even started to notice some of the older stuff you had worked on.

But then you got the call.
THE call.
The one that changed everything.
BigHit wanted you to come and work for them full time...in South Korea.
There were even willing to set you up in a nice apartment and hire a tutor to teach you korean.

You were shocked, and then scared, thinking about how huge moving to another country would be. But after your fear died down you knew it was what you wanted to do.

You had a one year contract with the company you worked with so you spent the next year becoming fluent in Korean and saving your money.

And today was the day you flew to Seoul to greet your new life.